If their can become no questionable
How then am I real?
When the time is over and scarce eyes no longer
What is their to be felt & found out about
Preservation is no longer kept alive as
Transform with the seasons while
Dry w/out becoming condemned until the
Great migration when we shall then have to
And remember how all these cycles were
Yet to always have the ability to depend that
Will be kept on the aeckers where we bought
Strength to overcome for the futures sake of
Scars to be imbedded on the grea great people of
While even so our souls r yet to join and
With praise for if not 4 u/ I'de still be burnin
With tears falling. I say Thank You with all "my" Life!