At the foot of Burning Bike,baptized in flames,In fire at the end of a no outlet darkwithin country woods. "It's just a bad dream!just a bad trip!"So I screamed out to "GODPLEASE!PLEASE!GODSAVEME!" "!!GOD!!" *Broken,riped,torn, burned and bleeding out??? An answered plea was heard from this once intoxacated teen.
Grace had found me...and my dieing light, my burning bike a blaze proved to be gift of life... a second chance to say amen, AMEN!
So i! This boxer i am and was and will always be, had to relearn how to fall, how walk, fight, live, Love and be again from half a man still and always fighting to be whole...for once apone a time i as a boy thought i was.
So forever more i walk slow...i walk slow and live life at a slower pace forever scared and forever broken...me melons still twisted.Yes? "N0"!!!¡¡¡¿¿¿"KNOW"
Miracles do still walk
Angels still steady the walks of all
An Every Where - Every Day Reason I AM.
My *Dilated Iris's found Dead with an opened leg, an open heart still pumping out.