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Thursday, January 30, 2003

This is a song I wrote for someone, it's based on a true story.
well, to me it's still a poem,but he wants to try to put music to it. I wish him the best of luck :)


He was growing ever so fast
Into the man that he would be
But then one day when he was nine
He fell down on his knee

To the hospital we took him
For a cast and some X-rays
Blood work was done, for my son
Now numbered are his days.

Chorus
But through it all he, smiled
Never frowned, didn’t fear
Couldn’t ever shed a tear
And through it all, he smiled

The doctor came to tell us
Of my son’s disease
So much more than a broken bone
We both felt ill at ease.

He told us of his sickness
Leukemia was its name
Our lives have changed, since that day
And never were the same

Chorus

As time went day by day
As time always does
We saw the doc more times a day
Than his grandma or his cuz

They stuck him with some needles
Drew blood more than I could stand
I wished I could stop the pain he felt
But I could not raise a hand.

Chorus

This day like any other
But know he’s stuck in bed
At the hospital, under close watch
The doc had decided


In their care he should remain
He was already past his prime
I held my wife, chocked back my tears
And felt the pull of time.

Chorus

I watched my son grow weaker
More pale each passing day
I wept alone, while he slelpt
But he awoke to say

“Dad, I really love you
More than you could ever know”
He smiled at me and I back at him
Outside it began to snow.

Chorus

Those were the last words that I heard
From the mouth of my son
Family arrived and offered care
But I wanted to see none.

My son will never grow up
My lessons he’ll never learn
He died in this place, a smile on his face
But his company I still yearn.

Chorus

I’ll never forget his laughter
I shan’t forget his joy
All the smiles and kisses and hugs from him
My one and only boy.

I know he died in peace
He was in no real pain.
But I curse myself and that damned disease
I curse us all, in vain.

Chorus.

Tuesday, January 28, 2003

Boneless Breaks

Broken and disheveled
Beaten and bruised
My body is still healthy
My mind's been abused.

No one can really tell
Nobody realy cares
I'm alone in my prison
Sanity slips through the tears.

Contusions and deep cuts
Not one can be seen
Each one of them hurt
How could he be so mean?

No one can help me
In this state I am in.
There's nothing left to do
I am forced to give in.


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