Why do the tears only come,
When thers no need and no care,
Why am i empty what have i become,
The things that happen in my life
What is this feeling whare shall i go,
The things inside slowly die,
With each passing day my grave i buy,
Say it isnt so but what will be is goodbye
As i look my death in the eye . . .
Casper McConkie
4-1-2003