There's A Lot Of Dave Mania When

Gripping My Arm, Mother Held It In The Orange-blue Flame. My Skin Seemed To Explode From The Heat.

I Am Proud Of Who You Were, David-that Hurt Person Who Refused To "die." And I'm More Caring, Giving, Fixing Person, The Guy With The Same Sense Of Humor And That Deft, Sensitive Touch. Good On You, David I Love You.

Inside, My Soul Became So Cold I Hated Everything. I Even Despised The Sun, For I Knew I Would Never Be Able To Play In Its Warm Presence. I Cringed With Hate Whenever I Heard Other Children Laughing, As They Played Outside. My Stomach Coiled Whenever I Smelled Food That Was About To Be Served To Somebody Else, Knowing It Wasn't For Me.

Mother Can Beat Me All She Wants, But I Haven’t Let Her Take Away My Will To Somehow Survive.

Even In Its Darkest Passages, The Heart Is Unconquerable. It Is Important That The Body Survives, But It Is More Meaningful That The Human Spirit Prevails.