I could write all day about you

bring you to life on this paper

but how could you live there if not here

how could I bring you back to a life that was never really yours

owned by the debt of your mothers scars

burned by the fire of your fathers mistakes

you never had a chance to live

I could scream to the stars and cry to the moon

but they are as deaf as you are dead

I never had a chance to show the world your strength

so let me write it

let me use your tears as the ink and your screams as the words

I will take your pain and turn it into beauty