Flower but Children

A flower grows,
and so my children live.
For not in sadness nor dark.
But heavenly
light that shines down,
and warms beneath your skin.
Watching I am,
guiding I will
and loving I will never stop.

Live life as if it is a gift
A gift from me.
Nothing in the way,
no roads blocked ahead,
no misty fogs,
for your vision is clear
as a picture seen through glass

My children you grow,
like flowers you bloom and
how beautiful you all maybe,
it's nothing but a bright broken road
I left you all on.
But I have prepared you all
for a moment like.
Now that I am gone,
to holy gates of the holy heavens
You're all my flowers,
but you're my children forever.





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