Poetry submitted by stephen on Tuesday, March 16, 2004 at 1:05PM :

the if i had only's stir so stong i wrote this verse its part of your song
you always wanted me to do for you the way for me you did.
neither of us would bend our will i acted like a kid.
and, still right now ifind myself thinking of things that just don't matter
because the only thing that matters right now is fixing kids so torn and tattered
its tragic for sure that you saw this the only way
now our sprouts i feel so alone they will grow while you are away.