Why I Am
I am because of the sunshine, moving through the trees.
I am because of his sweat, blood and tears.
I am because of the way she held my hand.
I am because of the love shown by others.
I am because of the night, drawing more and more into it.
I am because of the way he used to whisper to me.
I am because of every nightmare, and every terror.
I am because of the blood spilled, and the tears shed.
I am because I am.
Copyright © Dana S | Year Posted 2009
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