A poem to honor my little cousins, nieces, and nephews, who have grown up so much.
Your all more mature, and more grown up,
You've gotten bigger, and smarter too,
And all I can say, my cousins, neices, and nephews,
Is that I'm so Proud of You.
Proud of each of you.
The years you each crawled, the years you each walked,
and then the years you each learned to talk,
I saw you grow, Saw you learn, I Must Say,
I'm so Proud of each of you.
Hope is like Light, the Shooting Stars Hope followers, Depression is a Darkness, a Black Hole of despair that swallows. Yet in this universe life would be dull, if light did not fight the darkness that pull.
I'm not scared the present, And I'm not scared of my future, And I'm not scared of where this current path will go, The one thing I'm truly scared of, that I must fight through, Is that I'm scared I'm not seeing you. We're going different ways,...
hope restores, it returns again evermore, appears upon our shores, and blossoms upon death's doors, so why give up faith?, and lose all desire?, you might fail once in life, but don't get stuck in that mire, because hope will restore, it...