I write for the ones who hurt me
I write for the ones who let me go
I write for the sorrow of the world
Only this mighty pen can show

I write for the stranger
lieing in the street
I write to express the thoughts
I dare not speak

I write for the people
who don't have a voice
I write for the people
with out a choice

I write for the wicked
I write for the weak
I write for the sick
I write for the meak

I write to the individual
In hopes they will remember
I write to be heard
If only for a second

I write for the outkast
Who has no one at all
I write for the president
Though my voice maybe small

I write for the great
Admiring all they do
I write for the villians
Who made the greatest shine through

I write for each breath
And for each step that I take
I write for my life
Preying my hands will not shake

I write for each moment
Knowing it could be my last
I write for the beauty
Of remembering the past

I write for one smile
It's fuel for my fire
I write for the torrent
Of romantic desires

I write for my freedom
Though freedoms not free
I write for this passion
Rumbling inside of me

I write for my love
Though he's gone away
I write for the chance
That today's my last day