In our life time
people come and go.
Our children however
come and never go.
Or so it seems.

Embodying love
In a world of hate
From a family of love-hate
to a people who are bred for love and still hate
Is incredibly tiring
And yet,
With blackened eyes
I will still continue to love
for
I will never truly know
how much I am needed
by someone who is dangling
over the same edge
that I once fell over.
Choose love with your heart
and with your mind.

In your darkest days
I became your light
But in mine you
Never were
I wonder.