May God bless you and your...
As, I sit back and think about Dad
I be so sad
My body weak of no sleep
What a Dad I had
Dad was a man of hopes and dreams
What a supreme of a theme
His pain and secret was to keep
why so weak
My heart was in dain of his maim
That when I watch you crumble from that Royal rumble my body tumble and I knew you went down under
A tear came to my eyes
What a surprise
I lost my Royal prize
As I proceed to this gate
I have clean my slate
So let me out...
LaRon Green
August 20, 2007 | Washington, DC


