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.

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...

A completely different world. A road I've not taken. Normalcy is shaken. But You've been here. A mountain uncrossed. A wilderness...