18 Months

The joy of a child's voice Brings many things 18 months 1winters and 2 springs How long till a division of life can bring I only wish for you all to see the things I see Lost as a child I touch my mother's hand though glass as we pass through the night sky At Last IV never been the same scenes that night I seas things differently inside no one else Sees but mine eyes I was labeled mad I was labeled I label no more I place my heart on many platters in this life time I'd take it back if I could make it all right this time I'd give my heart to you