By Jenni Bailey
Who was I born for?
Who am I living for?
I get so tired, can someone take my place?
What did I fight for?
Who was I breathing for?
I get so tired, can someone take my place?
Who am I smiling for?
Who am I laughing for?
I’m so tired, can someone take my place?
Who am I trying for?
What am I loving for?
Myself…I need to be here for myself, because my Daddy wasn’t built for this war. I need to be here for myself, before anyone else…