This shirt is all that i have left
of my angel who passed before i awoke
the air turned cold as a brezze came in
she smiled before her breathing had stopped
i turn on my side to grab her hand witch was ice cold
i get out of bed to look at her face
shocked to see her eyes not closed and her smile frozen
grabbing her shoulder i look at her watch
the time was 2:15am when her time had passed
the ambulance came rolled her into the van
looking my eyes water seeing her being taken away
i hold on to this shirt holding it tight
my memories i want to keep forever
i only want the memories of my wife and our life

endlessly searching for
knowledge in a world of
fear,
we are the white knights of
our generation.
                              l.r.

1,2,3 begining's,
4,5,6 endings,
7,8,9 happy stories,
10,11,12 dead ones,
13,14,15 memories,
16,17,18 lies,
19,20,21 souls,
22,23,24 hundred more

She walks in strays
And goes by her own ways
You can see her smiles
In about miles away
You could hear her laughs
And you would see her demeanors
But yet, she's anonymous
She's nobody
She's anonymous


She goes down rivers
But she'll never quiver
She stays low,
But yet she's always high
High as the mountains could go
As she jumps down streams
You could hear her screams
Bouncing from tress and skies to our own very eyes
But yet, she's anonymous
She's nobady,
She's anonymous


Her voice carries on
Like melodies from a song
So beautiful and so tempting not to listen
And the look she gives is so treasen
We'll find ourselves stumbling down
And wakeing up, wondering how?
But yet she's anonymous
She's nobody
She's anonymous

You are the
        window
              to my pain
  Cloudy with
            no chance of clarity
      I can see
               how far
away you are
                    Out of focus,
           still hurting me
                      *so easily