I breathe for the boy
Who does the right thing and is shot
Whose big heart only wanted to help
A friend.
I breathe for him
Like when he did not know that breath would be his last.
I live for him.
I live for the woman
Who does not feel love anymore
Who is hurt day by day
But covers it up
Who never sheds a tear
But counts the years
And hopes her daughter can have the world.
I live for the man
Who has lost his self
In that he has lost his mind
He has lost his world
So must crush mine.
I work for the artist
Whose work is all that he had
But is all that he lost
Who never saw
His work celebrated
In the way that everyone should.
Who never saw his gift opened in the light.
I study for the man
Who works so many jobs
Only to spend it on so many things.
I study for him,
To catch up on his homework.
The only problem
With living for so many people,
Is that I forget to live for myself.
But I still live for the beautiful children
I will have someday
Who will be
Perfect in every way.
Who I will love with all my heart,
And will try to forget my painful start.
