I want to write until my hands fall off, until my knuckles are purple and my plam red
I want to share all of my stories with the devastations in between the lines
I want to tell the children how the world works and the good vs. evil
I want them to just live and not suffer

I want them to know exactly what lies ahead, the joys and the depressions
I want them to know ahead how to solve it and how to rejoice
I want them not to have to experiment and be the risk
I want them to be able to know how to survive

I want them to not have to wonder about changing themselves to fit others opinions
I want them to always know the answers and not have to be alone
I want them to read and say "Wow, so that's how she got through it."
I want to write until my hands fall off for them.