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.