Strawb3rry-ninja

We are not judged by what we do, or how we act, or where we go, in the end I believe we are judged by how much we love and how much we are loved.... this applies to my Vincent, he lived more in his year of life than I think we could all hope to live. He loved me and his brother so much. All his life he was sick, but he tried so hard to live and love. He wanted to be like his brother so badly. I can still see the day I first set eyes on him, so tiny, so innocent and perfect. I have never in my life truly loved anything, but he was different, he was my angel and my son. I loved him more than life itself, more than any other person, or thing, o

6:30 winter morn Snow keeps falling, silent dawn A rose by any other name Eva leaves her Swanbrook home. A kindest heart which always made Me ashamed of my own. She walks alone but not without her name. Eva flies away, Dreams the world far away. In this cruel children's game There's no friend to call her name. Eva sails away, Dreams the world far away. The Good in her will be my sunflower field. Mocked by man to depths of shame Little girl with life ahead. For a memory of one kind word She would stay among the beasts. Time for one more daring dream Before her escape, Edenbeam we kill her with her own loving heart. (posted