words

i say a lot and a little.

too much and nothing at all.

it just depends on the day.

i already thought out lines.  words to say how tonight i felt like a child, so much so that i almost cried like one, but my hands aren't so small anymore, they're not so little when holding my dad's hand.

i don't need to write all the things i thought of writing though.

just that what i did was hard.

and what i have to do yet is harder.

but i have to do it.  and i know it.

and so i will.

please God, give me vision to see the truth and the courage to stand beside it.

"good God, can you still get us home?"