Why do I write? Writing has become a part of my life.
Through my sinister days, writing was there the day of my wake.
Tragedy after tragedy, lost in a deep dark hole, writing was there, and it became my home.
Why do I write? Writing has become a part of me.
Through the good and bad, writing was there when I was always sad.
Looking for an escape here and there, I didn't know how to get anywhere.
Why do I write? It's plain to see.
Writing has helped me develop a true love for my soul to hold.