4/7/2012 R.M.J.
As I sit all alone,watching from my place my home, I have not for-
gotten any of them, that are gone. To wish for there company at time,s
this world has separated us, with it,s lie,s, so now to realize all that I
had, to look back in timee makes me sad.
To want for the things in the pass, and ask myself , was that the trash
that landed me in my wheelchair at last. So now I stop and think as I ro-
am, because now, I am in my wheelchair thrown.
To sit in a place alone, I think of a friend to help me along, and those
thoughts come to mind, only when I am all Alone, at that weak moment of
my life, to see a friend, with all might, at that last moment when I could not
fight, it seem,s that I heard a voice say, that at your weakess time, is when
I carried you.
Say,s The Father, Say,s The Son, Say,s The Spirit.
Many Time,s I have Carried You. AMAN.
My Wheelchair Thrown, An Extention Of GODS HAND.
Why I Am Not Alone.
Written By: Mr.Rufus Murry Jr.
I was inspired through different ups, and downs,as I traveled through a city with no pity for anyone regardless of their problem,their thought of helping some people is submitting to degrading levels,or turning face from my so call family. Until now I see who my friend is,because I sit in my Wheelchair Thrown all alone, Association,Peers. R.M.J At your weakess moment in your life I carried you,"Exstention"Kommentar des Autoren
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