| Christy M. - "My Story" |
| I died with love and hatred in my heart, In life though, I played my part. One of the hundreds on the plane, The people responsible had nothing to gain. My dreams were ended, my hopes shattered, If I'd have lived would it have mattered? The question remains in my lifeless head, For it cannot be answered, I am dead. If my purpose to live was to die, my heart torn, Then why,oh,why, God, why was I born? Standing in front of Heaven's crowded gates, Where my eternity is spent, is what awaits. Will I spend it in the sky, Or underground to perish and die? A faithful Christian to the man above, All the people I left behind were those I love. I was stripped of my power to give, and to live, Those homewreckers, I cannot forgive! I must sleep now though for I'm not alone, The future for me is now unknown. May my memory be remembered and America blessed, We should not blame ourselves, who would have guessed? |