This is for lungs that choke for lack of air-for times I analysed an asked if that was fair. For the days that come and the ones thats gone for this never ending longing to see my mom. This for the cold sweats waking up drenched-my life so far and the wait in suspense. Told to move on but not to forget-but grief can eat you alive-diagnosing myself I'm dying inside-my fathers alright and for that I truly am glad-for a minute there thought I could be loosing my dad. My sister I know that she miss her-to look at her resembles the angel that God lifted she's her splitting image. Minus the blond hair and blue eyes-I look at blue skies and wish they were gray-as the song goes I wish it would rain-you tell I'm in pain by the tears on the page but a man ain't suppose to cry-so I'm feeling like Jay. I can't see'em coming down my eyes-54 is young guess she was supposed to die. The good the bad and ugly none could get close to mom-I need to be close to God instead of trying to find myself-I'm right here I never left playing the cards I'm dealt.