A ghostly Soldier, a Mother and babe alone, the price of freedom.

The chilled air rushes through the leaf strewn forest floor, winter's on its way.

A Mime make a rhyme, sure a Mime can make a rhyme, but who would hear it.

God is good and great, praise him now and don't be late, will decide Your fate.

The wind blows the snow into whirling lovely drifts, winter time is here.

Twinkle little star, how I wonder what You are, a diamond in the sky.

The anger and rage, simmers below the surface, must control the beast.

Poems come from the heart, they also come from the soul, poems can speak volumes.

Do not turn Your eyes, and pretend I am not here, don't treat with disgust.

Look within depress, look around and find distress, look to Jesus, rest.

It is cold outside, wind comes through the cracks in the wall, I need a new house.

The sun has sank low, the day has come to an end, the stars now sparkle.

Birds searching for worms, clouds floating in azure skies, lazy Autumn days.

Leaves changing colors, clouds drifting in azure skies, the sweet Autumn days.

Will be more silly, will be more courageous, will show more love.

The air is still, quite, the freezing touch of his hand, death is by my side.

When you lose all hope, faith is soon to disappear, then You have nothing.

Should I drink or not, to help forget this bad day, problems will be back.

Gone not forgotten, alive in my memories, will see You again.

Rest in peace Daddy, in Heaven you will reside, we will meet again.