For dear Moriah. A beautiful butterfly in heaven now.

( It is a hard world. We need to listen, show concern and tell the people

we love and care for. Come to us, you have a safe place to heal.)

1- Silence words are meaningless.

Did I tell you I love you; did I tell you I adored you?

Did I tell you I would be the loneliness man alive,

if you left my world.

2- Beautiful Moriah, your grew so tall.

You became a beautiful butterfly,

flying freely in a wild world.

Today the sad man asks the night.

Did I ask you. Were you okay?

Now the beautiful butterfly had left our world and

I wonder. Did I do enough?

3- I asked the goddess of the Lake St. Clair.

Dear Clara De Poble.

Did I do enough, did I do anything?

Dear Clara De Pobre,

why do our children seek death over life?

Please accept dear Moriah into the warmth of your arms.

Please show her, she will never be forgotten, she is precious.

Coyote