Savage Poem by Connie Chambers

this is the moring
this is the day
spirts of the sky and earth
plz dont let be to late
let him be there for me
as i was for him
i have sound the drums of fear
beneath that loyal face
i see only sadness in your blue eyes
i feel so lost
Iv seem u in my dreams
u know ur path follow it
i just hope im interseps urs
eagle help my feet to fly
montain help my heart be great
plz dont let it be to late
is the death of fallen love carrying all i fear