She's locked up in a casket 6 feet under,

her moms life she lives happiness swept up under

she's gotta smile that could blow up da spot

deep inside she's held up and not

allowed to let loose and live

now she'd give

anything to live.

She'll spread out her wings of freedom someday and fly

I just pray she won't crash, burn and die.

Madd prayers, to you, from me to up High.

Prayin' for ya Sara

I sit on this rock with much thinking, wondering who I am and why I love it here.  So many habitats, so many animals, all in one condensed area.  The beautiful green trees swaying in the wind, the soothing sound of the rushing creek in front of me.  I don't want to go home.  I love it here.  Place of rest and constant amazement.  No ridicule, no homework, no tests, no drama, no distress, just me, God, his wonderful creation and I never feel left out.  I feel watched as I speak with God, I notice a beautiful deer just staring at me from across the creek.  Not moving, no sense of fear that I can tell, just curiosity as to what this thing is sitting here on this rock.  God is truly amazing and walking with him on this mountain has been nothing short of extraordinary.  Everything has it's place here.  Nothing left out, all with a purpose.  No sound goes unchecked, no leaf left unturned.  No bug that dies, no monkey that cries goes without listen from it's creator.  As I escape from my daydream I offer you this....if it's true there it's most definately true here.  The same God that provides for the animals on that mountain will provide for you and me.  Peace.