A little red fire truck
Given to a boy
Who knew that little fire truck
Would bring so much joy?

He plays and pretends
To be putting out flames
All the kids on the street
Want to know his name

He loves his little fire truck
He hates to put it away
But mother says he has to
Tommorow is another day

A little red fire truck
Sits untouched
Over the years
It's collected some dust

The boy now is grown
Going through some old stuff
And at the bottom of a old box
He finds a small truck

He remembers the fun he had
Playing in the floor
And can't recall the last time
He wanted anything more

He sits for a moment
Replaying all the memories
And smiling to himself says
",You know, life's about the little things".
Crystal Sacco
August 13,2014

I am but a humble artist,
you are but my noble queen.
You can tell me what to think,
but I'll show you what to dream.

Dream of a world where I fixed what everyone broke,
Dream of a world where the skies aren't so grey.
Dream of a world where I can get you what you want,
instead of the one where you have to live day to day.

Dream of a world without misery and pain.
Dream of a world that's not tearing itself apart.
Dream of a world that's the best you can imagine.
Dream of one that's not breaking your heart.

If you need another Angel from my family....
                           Take ME!