He had been treating his girlfriend very bad.
And her brother found him and sucker punched him in the face.
He tried to put up a fight but her brother was too big and strong.
Her brother beat him to a pulp.

And when he was on the ground her brother beat him some more.
Her brother even kicked him in the head.
Some people pulled her brother off him.
He was almost dead.

He had to be taken to the hospital by ambulance.
He was in such bad condition that they placed him in the ICU unit.
When he got better all he could think of was revenge.
He was going to put that punk brother of hers lights out.

He waited for him one dark night and ambushed him at his home.
He shot his girlfriend's brother in the head.
But this was not good enough.
He found his girlfriend and killed her.

As the prison authorities were killing him in the gas chamber.
He thought that there must have been a better way for revenge.
He was not ready to die.

He had been pulled into a bad other world by demons.
Now he was trying to escape.
He was almost out.
Just a little more effort and he would have freedom.
But the demons were too stong.
They pulled him right back into hell.

She had used a lot of ****.
And now she was greeted by the ghost of death.
She wanted to run away.
But the ghost was not having it this day.
She begged the ghost for another chance to do better.
But the ghost said, start writing your goodbye letters.

Howie was a Halloween cheat.
He was much too old of a kid to go trick-or-treat.
But he did it anyway.
Some people gave him treats.
And some people just laughed and sent him away.

It was the biggest pumpkin in the farmer's field.
The one that he was going to steal.
He was doing it as a prank.
But he should have taken more time to think.
The pumpkin was watched over by a Halloween ghost.
Who waited to turn thieves into toast.

It was on a Saturday morning.
That my mother passed away.
God called her home.
He called her home to stay.

With every sunrise, I see her face.
In my heart, no one can take her place.

Christmas is coming.
It is so very near.
Bringing thoughts of my mother.
Whom I miss so dear.

So I'm sending a card to Heaven.
It floats upon my prayer.
One day in Heaven dear mother.
We will all have Christmas there.

As sure as the sun shines above.
People are just a reflection of God's love.
As sure as there are stars in the sky.
There is magic in a baby's cry.

Just as fresh as the morning dew.
God blessed this love between me and you.
Just as sure as the ocean is blue.
Our love will always be true.