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Alex L Dec 2011
The pain of having to say those words…

Good Bye

Much too soon,
Much too young to see this happen to one you love.

A Role Model,
A Teacher,
A Wonderful Soul.

Who will I tell my new good news,
Where shall I turn, when I need help most.

An inspiration, a joy to have known.

But when the end is in sight,
What can I say to ease the pain…

Never have words been so hard to speak, two simple words,
Good bye

Not knowing what to expect, will there be a response, will there be a cry

With tears welling up the last thing I heard …
“You are going to be a great man someday”
psalm 118:24 forever!
Alex L Dec 2011
Bring me back to the days,

Of childhood innocence,
Of joy in every day.

Leading a stress free life,
Finding fun in everything you see.

Bring me back to Game nights at home
naps at school,
and playing outside in the rain or shine.

.....

I miss those days, but
I cant look back.

Life flies by in a blink of an
eye.

Every day brings exciting things,
New challenges, and new adventures.

I want to go back, but I keep going forward,
To see what’s next on this beautiful ride.
Life is Good! "Today is the day the Lord hath made, let us rejoice and be glad in it." -Pslam 118:24
Alex L Dec 2011
Our world is
Black
And Blue

So many things we cant do

People don’t live freely anymore,
Because it seems like everything offends someone.

Living relaxed, and filled
With joy, is how we should be.

Not controlling,
That’s not how things used to be.

People complain about this and that,
everything goes Noticed, you cant make a mistake,
Or someone will see.

If you can see,
How life should be….

It will be so much more of a fun,
   loving ride.

It’s too short to waste,
If you can shake things off, and try not to run…
Then really the fun has just begun.
Alex L Dec 2011
She wants to go,
    go so far away
Everyday she thinks of a place
    Where all is new, and everyone is good
Where people don’t harass,
    Or judge.

People don’t see what really goes on,
    In the lives of those they see.
People hurt, and
    People cry…why?

Because people aren’t good,
People don’t care,
People live for themselves.
And no one else.

If only people could see the real,
    The honest,
The beautiful soul.

Maybe one day she’ll see,
There are people who care,

People like me.

Here and there,
    If you look closely you’ll see,
People care,
    For how she feels,
For how she seems.

Because she is good,
    She is kind,
She lives life,
    The way it’s meant to be.

If only she saw,
    How I see,

Her.
I just decided to give it a try, I haven't written anything for years...so this is a trial.

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