I may not talk in words that are easy to hear.
It may come out in jumbles that aren’t always clear.
I use gestures and other ways.
I communicate through my hands and my blank gaze.
I love life and am often confined.
These are the walls I put up and hide behind.
In this world I have got to find my place
Sometimes it is gone.
And then I get mixed up and can’t seem to belong.
I don’t seem to know the right way to go.
And sometimes I can loose all since of control.
I need someone to keep me focused and I will need someone’s protection.
I will need someone to keep me going and point me in the right direction.
I needed to accomplish little things to get where I am
I sometimes say things and nobody will understand.
I think the angels gave me to the right person
You are the one they picked.
The angels knew you would never give up
They knew you would never quit.
Life keeps going even if some things might get out of hand.
The angels put you here for a reason its all what they had planned.
They brought me to you for a reason to chance something that you didn’t have before
They brought me to you to open another door.
The angels were calling your sweet name
Reminding you that your life will never be the same.
Denise Rouffaer
