PRECIOUS CHILD

 

Beneath her doorstep a voice was heard,

Do not cry, for you are Gods word,

You have created the most precious child,

And she gives me love which is across the miles.

 

I wanted to write the letter to express my thoughts,

Not for ending my life or running out the clock,

Don’t worry about me, as Denise gets me through,

We will all rejoice soon, to show what time proves.

 

If I scare anyone, I am sorry but it wasn’t for that reason,

It was just a Christmas card, sending out my greetings,

I am more worried about my parent’s life getting older,

Everyone hang in there, we will all become bolder.

 

I can’t believe they made you feel this way,

As they watch my moves, signs and what I have to say,

They knew exactly how I felt, but now they didn’t interfere,

They obviously like to cause grief and as they don’t care.

 

I gave you my promise that I will always be around,

As you can promise me that we will stand our ground,

I don’t want to jeopardize the process so I can’t write,

As we will continue to love, create and keep the fight.