Silent little one without a voice,

my concrete angel, heaven is

in your eyes. Your heart has

wings and I set you free to

breathe on your own terms.

Behind the scenes, you are

bursting at the seams and

all of your dreams become

a reality. Bursting at the

seams, its like undergoing

a birthing at historical portions.

It is only through death and

saying your last breath that

you will be able to find easy

quick solutions for your problems.

Full of grace, a cross now stands in

your place where Jesus once stood.

I find it hard to embrace you in this

space in between us for you are too

much for me to handle. Halleljah, let

it be, this silence between you and me.