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The Reality I've seen you before, You are no stranger. I've see you before, In those pictures. You used to cradle me, You have always loved me. I remember you, As if it were yesterday. You look so peaceful today How are you? Is this new home of yours comfy? I will miss you. Your turning so pale now What's wrong? Why won't you speak to me I cannot hear your voice Oh I forgot You are not here, are you? I wish you could come back to me, I wish you were not gone You meant so much to me I can not bear the suffering How could they do this to you Even your own Father. You gave your life for me How could I ever repay you I know you are never far But will I ever see you again? How will I know If what I do is right Guide me Teach me Show me Love me	Melissa Speights mel_sunrise@yahoo.com home poetry new writing hype-ezine
	For us So clear So Pure So genuine Seen only in the light The twinkle barely bright Falling ever so light Running slowly Leaving its unmarked trace 鼦 tear drop falls His eyes raised to the heavens So serene and calm But one tear drop Rest upon his cheek For the death he has received For the people he has saved
His Only Son That one special day. The grass seemed greener. The birds chirped blissfully. The day you were born. The stars above twinkled with joy. The people were giving out cheers. The animals remained peaceful and serene. The day you were born. The people gathered far and near. They heard your first cry. They watched your mother Mary. The day you were born. Gifts of wealth and love were present. So was your one true Father. The day you were born. His only Son.