Raindrops kiss my face
            as I fall
            to my
           knees
               and cry for God's mercy.
 
                     The skies above are
                                  dark and cold
                                              with thunder
                                                        roaring.
            Sometimes I wanna ask
                  why she left
                                 me for
                                       heaven.
           Why God needed her
                     more up there
          than down
                         here.                                                              My Personal Thanks To Vickie
                        Pain tugs at me
          yet no tears
                     are shed
                              today.                                      This page is under construction still
            Instead, raindrops kiss me
                       and will make
                                    the flowers
                                           grow.