Careful thoughts and many words
my pen and I do weave,
from the shadows, from the depths,
the darkness told to me.
Darkness growing ever closer,
as the time goes by...
I stay awake to keep away
the darkened dreams that rise.
Today my mother gave you money but I don't understand. If you're in heaven and you can make things happen with just a snap of your finger why do you take money from my mom? We don't have very much anymore, and when my mom gives you money it makes my dad upset because we need it for other things.
Why can't you take other people's money, like those with millions upon millions of dollars? Why can't you take money from people who are more fortunate than those in danger of loosing their houses and their cars and everything? Why can't you take money from somewhere else and stop making my dad so upset? Why do you need the money?
How about you give it all back?Your Confused Little Girl