Her name is Grace

A blissful peace floating on a cloud of hope A guiding light amongst the whispers of the night Having a child makes you see things in a different time, and want to believe it can’t happen in our own home, but let me give you some hard statistics: The average...

I Don’t Matter

If it were me would you speak Or mourn me from my grave When you sit in silence you sign my death warrant And choose to ignore my pain So don’t send me flowers Because I can’t smell them from my grave All Lives can’t matter because I don’t matter at least not to you...