A light at the end of the tunnel;

A breathe of fresh air in an oasis of dry land,

You were the rock; the helping hand.

You fed me your wisdom and filled me with passion,

Giving love through bare eyes-you paralyzed and struck me with no actions.

When your soul, mind, and body leak;

you bleed from the ailes of your heart when you speak,

And teach—

Me what it means to be a human.

A spirit having a living experience

Enduring what life has to offer.