Be gentle with me, reader As I write the final lines For there’s pain behind this smile; It’s hard to say goodbye To the world I’ve...

They say he died a hero. They say “Man! What a guy!”, But all I see is his empty chair And I still don’t understand why.

Be the rainbow on a stormy day, A splash of color against the gray;

Mother tell me, Mother tell me: What is this thing you call a storm? Why does our house shake and shudder? Why does rain fall when gray...