~ BLIND ~
Eric Sisson ~ 2001
That's how you have to catch it
In the shadows
Hiding back a ways
Requiring a little more strenuous effort
Demanding a sacrifice of much significance
I dream of being worthy to be crucified
So I can leave
But I am tainted, and I surrender
And I survive on the slight hope of what tomorrow holds
Maybe it's just possible that thousands of tomorrow's
Ahead in the distance
won't carry pain, but peace
Still reflect on the past,
Pressured to stay in the present,
Live in the now
What if I refuse?
Do I refuse life or accept death
Will I deal, will I connect with God all the way
Or will I go blind from my burden?
Tiffany and Eric on her 1st birthday ~ 1986
~ GIVE IT BACK LORD ~
Eric Sisson ~ 2001
In every scream within
For every tear shed
The existence of our loss
Both through my heart and head
The words that ring out clear
Tiffany is dead
My thoughts seem mangled and distorted
As if my brain has been imported
and installed by someone else
The terror of the tragedy
The exact fear of reality
The unimaginable loss I endure
No strength do I receive - except my tears
I cry till it's let out
But still there is some that remains
I stand forth to complain
In a pit of humility and shame
There are scenes I have captured, I can not delete
As I know God she is kneeling at your feet
In a dress of the purest white
And a set of wings to match, with pink roses on her head
Lord, gift me with a vision
Just a transparent glimpse
To magnify my faith, my hope
And your grace deliver us from sorrows
For I can't see its bounds
You know I would give my life
For the chance to kiss her
As I refer to my little sister
Tiffany and Eric ~ October 1996
~ A TEAR FOR TIFF ~
Eric Sisson ~ 2001
So we prosper all alone
All this heartache begins to clone
Mutated as my well runs dry
Pray to God, Pray to die
Depart from earth, what a gift
My soul is drowning and my mind you lift
So I stay together, don't go into a fit
Insanity sets in from life's crazy "it"
Thunder from within me swells up
Anger is me, not a drop in my cup
Thirsty for answers, thirsty for lies
All that I am wishes to cry
The initial brokeness leaves me in shock
Breathing my air, I glare at the clock
Rest in an intricate fear of life
I hide from this planets' strife
Where is the entry to my thoughts
Paranoid, could use a resolution
Stirred up to lead a revolution
How about an apology to get things moving
An excuse, some reasoning, a song that is soothing
I stare to the stars waiting
For a path, some direction, and a tear...
Our Family ~ Spring 1992
~ ETERNAL GLIMPSE ~
Eric Sisson ~ 2000
Arrive at the city of Heaven
What secular things can I bring
Jaw drops, grab hold tightly of Tiffany
As the angels begin to sing
Things of the past life secure no value
Except the souls I have impacted
When can I have contact with them
Their repetitious tears leave me with concern
My family fighting for breath
You so frequently mistake life as death
Crouched on a cloud with my telescope
I will look after and send signs of hope
We are all humble failures made right
Standing clean, strong in a haze of mystic white
Things happen so sudden with no understanding
Reasoning out possibilities gives more questions
Images that can not be released
Chaos that we can not cease
My younger sister shall I embrace
As I kiss the side of her face
For not in my grave should I sustain
I am full of too much life to contain
Tiffany and Eric at his Graduation ~ June 1998
~ LEFT BEHIND ~
Eric Sisson ~ 2000
Your so far ahead of me
You have left us behind
I get swallowed by anger and frustration
I have become a slave to loosing focus
Run tired of pretending like I've got answers
I wait for a time that I can live again
Myself as I am seems to be a stranger to me
We fear every upcoming day
Reflecting on memories won't bring you back
All the past haunts me
I feel like my own shadow
Sometimes my breath grows short as if I too will be taken
I occasionally am inspired by God loving people
My prayers are constant, as is my hurt
We are scared and carry a scar
Never wearing any one emotion, but combinations
I feel like I'm undercover
Just playing along with reality
Devils on my back, trying to take me down
Through this infinite sadness I am fatigued
Some say I'll be stronger if I survive
Is survival a myth?
In some sense I struggle with an emptiness
on a level I can not embrace
But still attempt to stand up for our God
Who If I seek him I am told I will receive
Tiffany's Baptism ~ September 1992
~ Too Good For This World ~
Eric Sisson 9/5/00
I WANT SOME KIND OF FREEDOM FROM THIS PAIN
GOD I STRUGGLE TO MAINTAIN
I FEEL A MAN'S CHEST CAVING IN
NO BATTLE DO I EVER WIN
I'M SCARED AND BLIND TO THE FACTS
I FIND NO WAY TO RELAX
IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME BECAUSE I'M AS AVERAGE AS THEY COME
THE DETAILS OF WHAT SHE HAD TO OFFER
MY HEART IS BROKEN - A HUGE PART OF ME TAKEN
HER LIFE WAS ON TRACK AND MINE WAS DE-RAILED
GOD WOULD NOT EXCHANGE ME FOR HER, I BEGGED CONSTANTLY
I WATCHED HER LAYING HELPLESS WITH NO RESPONSE TO OUR LOVE
AND IT RIPPED ME APART LIKE NO FEELING I HAVE EVER KNOWN
SOMETIMES MY BLOOD BOILS TO THE POINT OF RAGE
OTHER TIMES MY EYES RUN DRY FOR I HAVE MY OWN PERSONAL ANGEL
I FEEL INCOMPLETE, WEIRD AND DERANGED
I TRADE BACK FROM REALITY TO DREAM
IN A MIX OF SORROW AND REGRETS
MY BROKEN HEART I WILL CONTAIN
AND MY LOVE I WILL EXPRESS
Our last Christmas together ~ 1999
Eric read his poem at the funeral and also said the following:
Tiffany was a gift from God himself.
She was heaven sent, an angel to our family and to the world.
I feel sorry for anyone who never got
the chance to know her, or know her well.
She was the craziest, happiest, most beautiful creature that God created.
She had such an innocence about her.
That is why she is too good for this world.
This world would have tried to corrupt her,
but she would never have slipped, she was too smart.
Tiffany loves Moma and Daddy and she loves me.
She told us so everyday.
Most of all she loved God.
Tiff and God had a simple relationship.
Moma gave Tiffany and myself to God when we were born
to be used for his purpose and plan and in some
way I can't understand that this is his will.
Tiffany, my sister will always be loved my many.
I told her when I get to Heaven I want
my room to be right across from hers,
just like at home.
