Not hurl insults at you...my soul would burn for doing so.

One final word before I lay down to die.....I accept this chalice of pain you've poured for only you know where the bitter nectar from that cup may flow

Now these tears have made me sleepy...time to bury the flow of salt in my Bubba's neck.

Give license for people to believe that an honest person has deceived.  I am not a liar and I will face my maker proudly when it's my time for judgement...I'll look him straight in the eye...and won't even have to say the words before he says son...I know, I know....come sit with me tell me why you cry.

I'm waiting on a letter to tell me things are better....but i fear the horse and rider are lost in the hills of my imagination.  
Climbing attempting to reach high ground to touch the light. So many stars too dark to see too bright.
Sleep my philly, I'll have a nap.  Too lit to cross the River.  Tomorrow we'll see better regain our sight.... daytime is never quit as bright as the matins' starry night

I told you I would be that for you too....if that will give you peace and fill you with light again to illuminate another's path...I wish nothing but the best for you....I guess I couldn't fill those shoes

Will not be my inspiration anymore....I don't want to tease my heart ever again.