I salute you
You few
Who have the ability to follow your passions...
You few
Who do the dream
Who don't live morbid lives
You few...
The artists, painters, writers, musicians
You few
Who are allowed to touch
To feel
To embrace
Your dream
And I thought I could be her...
I have lost her...
And I miss her dearly

She had a dream.
A dream so big with a passion so on fire
She spoke of it proudly
She never gave a ****...
But then came along
The words
The persuasions
The sadists who told you no

However, as I sit here
I salute you
You few
Who are brave
Who achieve the dream
Who write for life
And do it with all your being
Please pray for me.
Please, I beg
I plead to you

Pray that I
may find
her
again...
And I may be
one of you...
You few.