Gental

To and for these times we don't shine.

A breech one of a kind, pardon me ! I was there.

Excuse me if he was a square,

Or maybe something rare,

Tides swifter away my sprite towards you, and eating away at my flesh.

And there were musk rats  in the new house at winter times.

A lonely, sad rhyme, but my heart florist a beat again.

Surely to endure the sound.

Christmas was lonely with out you, but I want continue to be sad and blue.

Just happen not be with you.

For this is true. I sigh to the left,

I sigh to the right, what a site.

To hold it dear to my heart with tears in my eyes.

Each one has a different ear to what is left.

The sun shine up and went down again.

The part which you say ant here yet,

Not even near them.

The moon hover over the night air like it beared,

The snow came down like the cold crisp on the ground.

The tress droop like sap,

Maybe it was a long, dark, deep hole.

Cold, but claim dusty winds drag a lot of snow from the houses.

She rested her soul on the Christmas morning, yes my mamma

We think about her every day especially around Christmas.

She was our joy in her light

The sunshine that lite up your smile,

And she made every thing all right.

The heart of gold and you are ready know.

Shes a angle from above,

Care for us ,and feed us with lots of love.

A joy of abundance to the core,

And what a sweet tree from my root who in heritage  the earth.

For her flow was florist with a meek and kind sprite'

Her song was as soft as a sweet.

She waits for us one day to see.

Keeping far moor than peace.