We belong to the light,
The light that binds us together,
That lifts me up,
Then pulls me under.
You can't begin to know,
How much you helped me grow,
I will be ok,
Knowing your looking down from a halo.
We belong to the life,
That leaves a scar,
On my heart,
When you're gone.
*This poem is dedicated to Dana Criscuolo's grandfather who recently passed. I hear he was a strong, good man, so I think this is a fitting tribute.
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My heart's not black, it's not white, it's gray like an elephant's skin.
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