THIS IS FOR RYAN FROM NAN It does not realy matter, If your friends think you are mad, We know that you are not realy, Just a sad and lonely lad, You try to understand the things that are so deep, Why your dear Brother Stephen took his life and made us weep, Even as adults we will never realy know, Why he had to leave us and why he had to go, But if to yourself you feel like talking, You just go ahead, Talk sing and even shout, Because my little 'chicker dee' you let your feeling out, Because it makes it better if you want to scream and shout, If Stephen had done that more, for all of us to hear, We would not be feeling so much pain, Of loosing some one so dear. Love you and pray for you my little Ryan love Nan