I write for my bones,
For the pain that sings out in the night,
When everything is falling
The words create light.
I write for my heart,
The poor shattered little thing.
I write the pretty words,
So that maybe it will sing.
I write for love,
The one hope I won't find.
That maybe my words
Could make their hearts blind.
But mostly I write for the hope in my soul
The part that keeps beating, no matter the pain.
I get lost in the words
They keep my life sane