Pardon Me

Whoever lights up the dark
With his unrelenting spark
That is always expected

It always sets a fire in her
As dead people might have called upon hard
To join him to cry out for her
And her child equally likely

Their ignorance is not only   
Toward to their lord in heaven
But that also moves mountains
To try to please their mighty one in heaven
To my precious last one equally in heaven

It never said that would be so difficult at all

by Helen Ree
posted on 10/21/2010