The time has come to work on the black waves so we can grow
So many things that the black waves washed ashore
Black waves have flowed for all too long, with little other colors
Looking at the waves of life I can see there has been hope
I have two young colorful waves that play and give my hope
My love for them is strong in side and I trying to give us hope
My sons love me I know and I can’t, will not let the DEVIL l win
I am coming cleaning to bring new waves and can finally see
The sun is coming up with the glow of colors on the waves
It not all black waves when the sun is up
My sons love me and they are the sun that drives me
I am a good dad and letting the waves change
I will show them the other colors in me
Strength is here in the waves, Courage and honor is the way!!!

"Our colorful waves", those playful children we try to raise and heal ourselves for, brilliant, beautiful Happy, thank you. Our love and desire to experience fully the joy of raising children will eventually help us to "raise" our hurt selves.

Both will eventually grow, and all will benefit, I really love this thank you,

Sam