“And where are you now My trusted friend And I'm so sorry You are not here I cannot think I cannot sleep I need somebody And always will This strange sick darkness Comes creeping on Haunting, calling me Swiftly approaching So come with me My trusted friend Lets refight the war In my dreams”

“Come my friend, for tonight we go to war...”

“Trust me, I'm an SF medic.This won't hurt... me.'You?'I'm not so sure, it'll probably hurt a lot.”

“I still believe in Faith, Hope and Love. I will wait to see what my Father has in store for me next. This has just been a reminder for me to not forget that I am here for Him. And I can trust, He will take care of me.”

“Tell me what it is that you are hiding behind your eyes.Tell me of the pain, so I can make it go away.Tell me what it is that you are missing in your life.I want to be the angel who takes care of your soul.Finally I’m alive in your love. There is so much tenderness in your heart.There is so much spirit in your smile.But it is your innocence mixed with mischievousness that I love.I am with you to protect you for the rest of my life.Finally I’m alive in your love. Do not let anything dilute your smile ever again.To see you happy I would do anything, mi amor. You are the woman that I dream of late into the night.It is because of your smile that my life has meaning once again.Finally I’m alive in your love.And every day my love grows stronger for you.And the sadness that I once carried is forever gone.I thank destiny and God for putting you in my life.Since you came into my world, my dreams have all woken up. Finally I’m alive in your love.”

“At Angelita’s, my favorite food was a plain bean burrito in a flour tortilla. It was simple, but tasty! I loved bean burritos. They were my comfort food. They were my “little friends!” For my first day at school, my aunt made me three of them. She wrapped them up tightly in aluminum foil and then packed them in a brown paper sack. At lunchtime, in the cafeteria, I got ready to greet my little friends. I was nervous, as it was my first day of school, but I knew the burritos would soon warm my stomach and comfort me. I looked around the lunch room and saw other kids with their cafeteria trays and their perfect peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with the crust neatly trimmed off and their bottle of juices and bags of Fritos and then . . . I pulled out a burrito. “Hey! What’s that?” A gringa girl shouted at me, pointing at my burrito. “Uh . . . nothing! Nada!” I replied as I quickly shoved it back into the sack. I was hungry, but every time I got ready to pull one out, it seemed as if there was another kid ready to stare and point at me. I was embarrassed! I loved my burritos, but in that cafeteria, I was ashamed of them. They suddenly felt very heavy and cold. They suddenly felt very Mexican. I was ashamed of my little friends and so . . . I went hungry.”

“Down through the dark trees,You can really save me.You're so wonderful, And you're so beautiful.You're like no one on earth,It appears...For all of my life I've been waiting, for you... And I want to be the one,that you take home.Let me be the one, cuz I'm so lonely...Take me home.In time you'll love me like one of your own.Take me home, with you.No one on earth thrills me like you do.Take me home, with you.No one other knows me like you do.I'm going home...”