Journey As I hold you in my arms I see an angels face And wonder what life holds for you In a world of dying faith. A great responsibility, I hold To raise you up, to be a man Within a troubled and misguided world And hope you take a stand. For you are my first born What dreams I hold for you Not so much in greatness But your beauty from within. Lyn 2002 © ~~~~~~ Please read before downloading our  "Terms of Use"  Design by Lyn 2006