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If I could travel back in time I’d travel back to save a life I’d stop a man before he makes A choice that was a fatal mistake I’d tell him not to light the flame That would become a brand of shame I’d take that bottle, sobriety’s bane And help him pour it down the drain I’d help him get to sleep at night Knowing everything would be all right I’d tell him stories of glory and fame And a world where smiles greet his name I couldn’t stay, I’d have to go But I’d say I love him, so he’d know My heart, it broke when he was gone But through my dreams, he still lives on I keep

A drawing, at first glance, seems like such a simple thing. A few lines on a piece of paper that may or may not form some kind of picture. Easily torn apart or laid down and forgotten or sometimes burned. Something not many people pay attention to anymore outside of parents hanging their four-year-old’s doodles on the refrigerator. But a “doodle” isn’t the same thing anyway. A doodle is just something a person did while they were bored in math class or because they had free time on a weekend. No work or meaning goes into it, it takes very little time, and it’s easily discarded without a second thought. A drawing,

I saw your story on the news today. Kinda took my breath away Made my heart stop They told your history, your life In their ever stoic tone They showed your picture. Then just like you, it was gone But before it faded out The anchor held a note They said your name And then they read The last words that you wrote A life is like a garden Perfect moments can be had But not preserved Except in memory Today, the needs of the many Outweigh the needs of the few. But the only thing we truly need Is someone like you To heal us with your kindness And warm us with your love So let it fall just like a pouring rain From Heaven up above And when