This is where I workThis is where I liveOnly to serveAnd give, give, give. I could curseAnd even cryWhile curious facesAngrily wonder why And while it was always thereAnyway I breakFor this is bestowedMy soul in wake For even aliveAll is deadNo matter the forgivenessOr what to beg For in the momentWhen finally yoursYou weren’t …
