Snickers the cat, with his furry little head He was a butthead, that much has been said A companion to my son, a part of our home But...

How many times must a child flee Before their cries are heard How many scars must they bear Before their pain is observed I ran away from...

In the season of joy and cheer Grandpa tried to share, to draw near To speak the truth of progress made Yet lies and deceit cast a shade...