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A Petal in the Air A petal in the air soaring through the breeze getting blown away no control or soaring but evermore as it glides high the petal soaring won't fall from the sky
I had my son my first born the first love of my life that stole my heart A unconditional love that only a mother can have one that will never be separated or part
See me crySee the truth behind the liesSee me smile, see me laughSee the flashbacks of my pastSee my bad habits come to an endSee me leave footprints in the snowSee me wave hello and goodbye
When you have nothing You should always have family That’s what they say.   Your family should have your back And love you 
Kindness is all around us In the smile of a stranger In the tinkle of a baby's laughter In the chirp of a nightingale  
For four years I cried myself to sleep Not letting go of the pain you caused Not letting go of the fear Holding on to the past I let go of my future
Oh, can’t you see I’m changing like the seasons? In the spring of my life, I began to sprout up Recovering from the winter of lives past Alas the seasons keep changing
This is from your dear Mother Who expected you for months Sometimes feeling distressed and exhausted Though excited, from carrying another Soul   Eyes watched how she gained weight
I was born then I grew for what reason is I Me. The pondering moment I he the. Spoilers are friends that have ahead of time knowledge. Be of me my love forth life I be the viewer strength of dreams.
One word One vicious word that makes us shudder C-a-n-c-e-r   Your world is crumbling, therefore so is mine You are paler, weaker, sadder I become the adult here  
What is a family?  Family is your building block  They are your foundation  When a foundation fails  You crumble And my family failed 
the woman on Jackson and Clark that sings hymns to the pigeons that coo with every psalm. my neighbor three doors down who comes home looking tired and defeated
A patch of growing hair on an otherwise bare head, A thumb in a mouth that speaks Undeveloped words, That forms a smile purely for the joy of Smiling.
Bells.Ring deafeningly.With means of girls and boys.Underneath the original singing.Like bells we were once new and brass.Then reality kicks you in the ass.The metal rusts as you walk from class to class.Subtly the tone turning into sass.As bells
Time to grow To change To leave. Time to journey And stretch And DREAM, Time to SEE Time to DO TIME TO BE A CAPABLE PERSON IN THE WORLD.
Descending from from the top stair,  whose carpet marked red from wine stains, (grape juice) I chipped my tooth on the melted, false- wooden railing.
It might last forever, But does not. It is all about guts But, not. She knows, I know, She loves me I love her. There is no Difference. But there is some gap
I am a product of a broken home A summation of lost love  intertwined with lost trust   My parents broke my trust   My family tells me I am a perfect mix of  My mother and my father
There are two people, I call them mom and dad. They've watched me grow in so many ways. I was taught how to love, forgive, and never do anything bad,   and I know I can always go to them when my lifes gone ablaze.
There are two people, I call them mom and dad. They've watched me grow in so many ways. I was taught how to love, forgive, and never do anything bad,   and I know I can always go to them when my lifes gone ablaze.
There are two people, I call them mom and dad. They've watched me grow in so many ways. I was taught how to love, forgive, and never do anything bad,   and I know I can always go to them when my lifes gone ablaze.
Neverland   An adult, I never want to be I refuse to give in And let time change me   An adult,
“Adventure is out there” 
8 years old                                                                                                          
Run. Run. Run.   keep on running and don't ever stop.   Why am I running?   because everyone else is.   Why are they running?   because everyone else is.  
Red and blue lights All over those beautiful, broken walls Dad never showed so I’m staying with my mom. My friends ride their bikes to the park, as do I.
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