They’re mine
All praise to The ....
I am what I am surpose
to be, so I believe an proclaim.
They were joyess and fun and
we the chosen ones picked to bare
with satisfaction pride and every
joyful feeling there might be... our
bundels of joy... we brought them
to life... gracefully by They’ne mercy
Blessings from above and still the
wonder of life... to see them bloom
and prosper... getting to notice the
world at first and it returned the
favor... with more passion, vaguer
without remorse..no permission
or restrain it takes and breaks...
making them slaves to abundant
pleasures and false quidance...
nice to have idealism, hopeful
futures us excluded... the wondering
minds that ones was pruned by our
love and care ....we had our dreams
too... lots of everything just for you.
Still I praise The for they are still
near, alive and well... by the same
grace and mercy that brought them
here... you are dearly loved.
