To Wendy Poem by Daniel Warner

Even though I know I miss you
I can't remember you thouroughly
and I'm sorry as I do what you wouldn't want me to do
as I've always prayed to you please,
but living without you to me is just a tease
still I'll never get to know how much you'd love and care
sometimes I'd even lose my mind getting over life isn't fair
although I've got to deal with it everyday
knowing that my family will never be there.

Now I look back on my life
along with the things I've come to do,
but why can't I pick up a knife
because witkout you I've got nothing to lose
just knowing I've still got a choice to choose
that breaks my soul into pieces
and sadness to your eyes
still I'll never be sraight to you with these lies
even though I wonder why you got to be so sad
although it all comes down to the things I've never had.

I've still got to tell you the things I've come to feel
and all the things I've left unsaid,
but these wounds have yet to heal
and I'm used to seeing liquid red
still I can only hope to be happy with you when I'm dead.

These lies, have been slipping through my teeth,
trying to make these people believe
that I can be what I set out to be,
but perfect could never describe how you were to me
still my wish is to achieve salvation from being aggrieved.