little raindrop tears cling
to the carnation's petals
like spray on pink cheeks

When it's my turn to die
I want people to cry
Just like a cloudy night
As rain falls from the sky

When it's my turn to leave
Turn over a new leaf
Like flowers bloom in spring
There'll be fresh air to breathe

When I see heaven's gate
For you, it's not too late
To let go of your hate
To start with a clean slate

When it's my turn to go
I still want you to grow
As big as stars that glow
Though it seems darkness rules

When it's my turn to pass
I hope you can still dance
Life is beautiful romance
And in your heart's halves
Lies a chance at eternity.

Willing and able at all times
To go forward and prosper
Great things are in the making
Just rise above and conquer
Have the strength always
Enhance yourself each day
All of the tools are there
Utilize them wisely in every way

T-The gift of life is oft stolen away
H-Horrid weaponry does the affray
E-Endlessly casualties will parlay

G-Gleaming soldiers eyes gone for rest
I-In unforgiving battles so harsh of test
F-Fighting at a land's utmost behest
T-Terrible the deadly toll is to attest

O-Over and over munitions have terminated
F-Flagrantly thieving any quietude generated

L-Loved sons of kinfolk seen to weep
I-Infinite this sadness ever so deep
F-From a beautiful benefit the cost steep
E-Extinguished by war's insane keep

Angels are everywhere
If you know where
To look
They aren't in a book
But all around you
Its true
A mother holding a newborn
Keeping them warm
Safe from harm
A child
Innocent and pure
Keeping your heart sure
A stranger on the street
That pulls you out of the street
So you don't become roadkill
A friend that takes care of you when you're ill
Angels are all around you
You just need to know where to look

The children need you
For guidance and protection
Show them the way
Just be their inspiration
As a parent
You must be their guiding light
Be their mentor always
And teach them to do what is right

Nothing but pure madness
As teachers and students run for their lives
Such a dour situation
Filled with corruption and strife
The mark of evil
Has sadly, reared its ugly head
We need to further enhance the safety of everyone
And be more cautious instead

a picture is a thousand words
while poetry is a million translations
of feelings said by one
to all