Treasure Island

Cici Whytehead


The Creator Above.


The creator above,
you should love,
The bad, the sad,
the pain, the rainy days he gave
will be better, braver,
most of all stronger

The creator above,
you should love,
The happy, the good,
and the bright days he gave
will be weaker,
when bad comes,
but in time
will get stronger

The creator above,
you should love,
The people he took,
it was the end of they're book,
it was they're time
to fly above, with the angels.
Its no goodbye, its a see you later.

The creator above,
you should love,
He is up there,
he listens when your world turns gray,
you just have to pray,
it will come to brighter days.

Submitted: Thursday, August 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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