and I still cry,
I've come a long way,
but it's still hard.
God has helped me in so many ways,
He has comforted me during all hours of the night,
and has given me peace of mind,
and for that I am grateful and thankful.
I know that I've grown older,
and as each year passes,
it will get a little easier,
each time that time of year rolls by,
but this is the first year,
and it's been the hardest year of my life.
I'm a senior in high school,
I always imagined spending it together,
but I was wrong.
Every time someone talks about graduation,
I can't help but wish you were there.
We took the class picture,
but as the crew,
you held us together,
and now you're gone,
we've fallen apart.
I love your baby girl,
from what I'm told she's big and healthy,
talkin' and walkin'
and I'm sure, smart.
I wanna go to the grave sight,
but I'm scared,
and don't want to go alone,
I just want that chance to say good-bye,
to bring slight closure to that chapter in my life.
Never to forget,
but to try and move forward,
I'm still gettin' the tat,
I think it will help,
I'd gotten it by now,
except I ain't 18 yet.
Written to Dee from Jessica Spivey, former schoolmate.
