I bleed but I do not die.
I scream but am never heard.
I move and dance and laugh,
Yet Inside I secretly am dead.
A ghost that all can see.
I died nearly 26 years ago.
I felt it happen,
born of pain that morning.
I knew all day.
I never said a word,
no good-byes.
This was my choice.
Out line always dies in blood.
Just mine was inside.
My salvation, a daughter,
this one was born in blood.
She would be stronger,
hidden, she can be more.
So with this I walk,
boldly into death;
and pass my life and memories,
to her.
My last greatest achievement.
