Why do I write?
Well, I guess it’s something like
If I die in bed tonight,
There’ll be something left of mine.
Then my baby boy will know
That I really love him so,
And I made it my one goal
To make this world into his home.
I want his future to be bright,
And even in the darkest night,
I hope these simple words I type
Can be for him a source of light.
And for every one of you,
No matter what you’re going through,
It’s the least that I can do
To offer words of love and truth.
Now why did I write
This little poem here tonight?
I guess I gave a reason why,
But I have something else in mind.
When you turn and walk away,
And you have to face the day,
Make what you do and what you say
A legacy to celebrate.
