You were so good to us.

The one we all could trust.

Every Sunday you would teach.

Showing us love from a man with incredible feats.

You were the only one who understood us.


You would tell us to be good.

We all promised we would.

Then you told the family you were leaving.

To protect the ones you were healing.

God saw the lght in you and understood.


Then everything went to shit.

You wouldn't want me to say that but it did.

I had a feeling it would since the gym incident.

Now everyone is hurting from their own struggles.

Especially her, she misses you.


Her struggles are the hardest of us all of us.

She goes to school and later works.

Her parents don't understand the stress she's under.

Today you came to visit and after you left she cried.

It was like her light was gone so she died.


We miss you and what you do. 

But i'll remember what you said and try to be good.

Some Sundays i still feel the love.

It reminds me that you must miss us.

So i hope God is helping you in what you do, through and through.


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

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