Steer Away From Why

Kinds lay everywhere, With stories of the past, Opening wide arms to share, Helping others at last. Easy is not the word, To place upon the plate. After my past is heard, The pathos fit in fate. Some may want, The descriptions clear, Or some may recieve the haunt; Of the visions giving off fear. Lost souls are out, As I met a few, Swerving past-to a different route, Away from eyes I once knew. Why-Is a question to ask, But one I very-rarely do, Instead I make a task, To get to know you. Hope and faith; together to shake, For the situations given, In your shoes I'll make, My best to make a liven'. You may not be here, Rotted; rust, Leaving left a tear, Now to succeed is a MUST. Your name is writtin' down, On my arm, Like an angel with a crown, All pasts are now no harm. Death happens; on command, Leaving wasn't easy; no, The words said last now stand, To leave your story to show.