But yet some do not have one

Most fear those people

Angels are crying their tears

Heaven is on fire

From make believe and cars,

I am from a peaceful place with laughter and fun to sadness and loss that would make us stronger,

I am from weeping willows,

Whose leaves are used to purify the blood of wounds or sickness,

I am from puzzles and word searches, 

From Antcliff and Buway, 

I am from Poland to America,

And from the Chrismas holidays with loved ones and friends,

From sadness of loss to the sands of recovery,

I am from Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust,

I am from Marilyn and Frank,

From pizza and spagetti,

From the sweet whistle of grandpa Eadie,

And from the laughter of Darlene my grandmother the person who loved and cared for me like no one has before,

I am from those moments in the weeping willows that I thought were the symbol of the recovery and sadness that comes after death.