When you find your life spinning out of control
With a need to strengthen heart, spirit and soul
See grand-children are dyeing, instead of living
Failing cells a genetic defeat, I'll stop the killing
This syndrome they call Hurlers, version MPS-1
I write to advise, alert all and to inform everyone
Their prayers are needed for the future of earth
Arrogance and greed must replace them with mirth
Believe in God's Heaven, your wishes will soar,
to be heard by family inside heaven's door.
Tell grandpa and grandma, my daughter, your son
of raising your children in the Florida sun.
The Great Spirit will listen, to the words that you speak
and judge from your heart, if your spirit is weak.
He will fill heart and spirit to carry the fight,
through the darkness ahead, trust in the light
For peace in the darkness, speak with your friends,
know wisdom and guidance, will be what he sends
Not fearing the darkness, enter it strong
praying his answer will come with a song.
Your wishes will soar to the heavens above,
through family and friends about the one that you love.
I'm not a prophet, seer or fool,
just a man who lives by this earthly rule .
Children are treasures, as I speak to the sky
that they should enjoy life, long after I die.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride
When prayers are answered, your children will thrive.