It started out when he was four,
I bought a toy
at the dollar store.
And when I gave him
that little guitar
I never dreamed he'd go to far.

He could bring it to life
with only an ear,
the sweetest tunes,
I ever did hear.
He couldn't write music,
and he sure couldn't read it
but that little boy
sure seemed to need it.

He played for awhile,
but soon it bored him.
He forgot the guitar,
even though it adored him.
He'd begin doing one thing
and fly off to another.
He made me so tired,
just being his mother!

He still hasn't changed,
but he did surrender.
Not long ago he bought a Fender.
When he lays his fingers
upon the strings
the magic happens,
and my heart sings.
I'd stop anything
just to hear him play
his music takes my breath away.

I wish so much it could be his living,
all of that magic he could be giving!
But we must cope with life's demands.
Dreams and desires
are out of our hands.
Playing guitar will not pay the bills.
We make the most of other skills.

I'm just glad I bought that toy.
I treasure the music,
and I treasure the boy.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never go home again.
My room will sit unused,
A capsule frozen in time,
A snapshot of how I was.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my dog again.
She will sit at the front door
Waiting for me and wondering,
Why I never came home.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never graduate from high school.
My yearbooks will sit stacked
Stopped short of their goal,
Missing years that should have been.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my mom again.
She will sit distraught,
Planning a funeral
For a child taken from her.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my friends again.
They'll sit together, missing me.
One empty seat among them,
A constant reminder of their loss.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my little sister again.
She will sit through high school
Knowing I can't guide her through,
That she has to figure it out alone.

If I die in a school shooting
My school will be stained.
Pools of students lives will sit,
Blood tattoos on the brick structures,
Marks of death ground into it.

If I die in a school shooting
Everyone will wear black.
They'll send their thoughts and prayers
To a town marred by death,
Forever to be the home of a shooting.

If I die in a school shooting
Will the world change?
Or will I become one of hundreds  
Of kids who have to die?
What will it take?

If things continue this way
Children will have to live in fear.
They'll look over their shoulders
Always worried and wondering,
If they'll die in a school shooting.

A ten year old girl with a story to be told.
She was alone with no one not a soul in the world. Her mom didn't care, her dad went away. Life to her wasn't fair, no one to tell her it's going to be okay. Til one day the voices in her head said "Go ahead, pick up that blade." "You want the pain gone? It's the only way." The voices would get louder and louder and she would just cry harder and harder. Then a ******* shadow came and sat on the bed beside her. His aura made her feel at ease much better. He made her feel safe alot more stronger. He promised he would never leave, he would stay forever. Same girl, now 16 years old still with no one but drugs rocked her world. She tried to, but couldn't hide her self harm. Scars running up and down her arms. Still the same ******* shadow never leaving her alone. Same girl, now 21 years old. Now with a baby feeling all alone. She met a boy who asked "Hey, would you like to date me?" But sadly always made her ask her self "Why does he hate me?" This boy drove her mentally crazy, and because of him CPS came and took away her baby.  Then after that, he left her for another lady. Same sad girl now 24 years old instead of a blade to numb her pain puts in her arm a needle. Still the voices always get louder and louder and she just cries harder and harder. The ******* shadow whispers "I told you I  would never leave you."