I sit by the window looking out at the black stained snow thinking how much the snow reminds me of my life. When the snow is born it is white and pure, then people turn it into a black ugly mass along the road side.

If only we could keep the pure white innocence of birth.

Every day we live we build a chapter onto our book of life and every page is darker than the first.

The air we breath is black, the thoughts we think are black.

Remove me from all this blackness and take me dear God to your pure white heaven in the sky.