This is where I work
This is where I live
Only to serve
And give, give, give.

I could curse
And even cry
While curious faces
Angrily wonder why

And while it was always there
Anyway I break
For this is bestowed
My soul in wake

For even alive
All is dead
No matter the forgiveness
Or what to beg

For in the moment
When finally yours
You weren’t there
Or anything more…

While out of excuses
In place of regret
Loneliness in capture
In all you forget.