Reflections by Rebecka
In Memory of her brother, Johnathon

I Choose To Believe
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HE DID NOT WANT TO GO

He did not want to go tonight,
his eyes turned red in the bright light.

The pressure was on him now;
he must succeed someway, somehow.

But why? He's just a little boy.

They want him to come to them.
But he doesn't know if he should give in.

Fighting his nerves, he won the prize,
of going to heaven for future tries.

Although, he felt quite brave and strong.
His family was not there to see him slip away.

He did not want to go.

But GOD said NO, tonight is your night,
come with me and everything will be all right.

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INNOCENT AND BOUND TO DIE

No tears left for me to cry.
Decaying thoughts of his love inside,
and whispers of our last good-byes.

Can't run, nor hide, because there is no escape.
There's nothing left to me.
Of love and beauty, have been raped.
No longer are we free.

Into the eyes of pain I stare

What mirrors back to me?
Stares from people who recollect,
LIFE how it use to be.

If only I could understand,
LIFE'S long lesson of pain.
But yet I know there's know one there to blame.

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THAT POINT IN LIFE

Some stand outside the fire,
while John was the flame.

John was proud of his accomplishments
while others filled with shame.

John strived to succeed,
while others didn't even care.

Some were always in themselves,
John was there to share.

John stood for something,
while others fell for anything.

John was always out to comfort,
while others chose to sting.

John was always involved, he knew how to play!
While others tried there best to just stay way.

Some make themselves look good by cutting others down,
everyone's laughing, except that one, John with a frown.

Some were quiet,
but John was always loud.

Most were ashamed,
but John stood proud.

But in the end, who will determine,
if you've lost or gained a win?

Some slipped around the hard spots,
while John worked harder to achieve.

Some played by the rules,
John had tricks up his sleeve.

Happiness was granted to John,
while others had to fight.

Nobody cares anymore,
John only cares about what is right.

John found his place to stand,
be strong and tall.

John always stood out,
while most didn't stand at all.

YOU DID IT JOHN, I ___ U, REBECKA

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