I am from fighting,

When they think were asleep
From apple empanadas with sugar
I am from footsteps


Heard at 2:00 am
(Its so hard to try not to cry)
I am from strawberries just picked and washed

I’m from the middle of nowhere


As the light hovers to find him
From a death

To a song which I wrote

With words I won’t forget
I’m from a kiss that is now a daze to remember

From Elmo and Harold who can save me
I’m from Raw, NXT, Superstars, and Smack Down

For they open my eyes



I’m from A Walk to Remember
From a heart torn out by no one special now
I’m from a do wrong



And now do it right


From smacked and kicked



As we play to rough
For I have shoeboxes


Now pictures overflow
I’d find ruined or perfectly fine

Shove them under my bed


Where my dog may be

Or stacked in a corner



Only where I can reach
Either way

They’re there for me to remember me