In this time where I was born and raised,
My mother and my father were killed,
In a scene of flowers red and white,
In the caves that were scattered up north,
The ones that are there have crystals,
Lined the edges and sides,
MY parents my mom and dad.
Searched far and wide for a miracle cure,
To cure me from being sick and diseased,
And from dying.
You can say that I killed them.
Like everyone says.
It haunts my dreams,
Just thinking about them sets me off every day.
The magic that I have residing in me is the love that my
parents held for me all those days ago.
And I keep it safe,
Always and forever in this small heart of mine.
I will always remember you two.
The picnics on the hills that never came to be,
The walks in the parks,
Being swung on a tree swing that never truly happened.
And the days where you talked to me which I never
remembered.
Now I sing to thee.
Take all your hardships and put them with me.
I will shoulder there weight.
I will always love you!
Always. . . .
