My own Baby Infant who has a Dad

Writing dreams ‘cause I didn’t give you any –Mom to Child

I guard my heart because I’m a Fairchild

Tranquil nights into a calm, quiet treason

God’s Prophetic Vision and I use a Blanket

The Voice who’s the Good Narrator of my life

I’m taking you on a Forever Journey

Bear a fitness, new level

Seeing him gone was horrible All his souls were taken, he was just a frame of what he could be

I’m feeling her worst nightmare when she actually looked in the Mirror