Life

What is it that defines me?
Is it the things I've done?
The things I will do?
What I've said or haven't said?

I wish to be remembered by the good I've done
Not by the pain I've caused to others.

I did what I thought was right
What I felt would make me happy
I won't regret living for myself
Or doing the things that made me happy

I just want to be loved by the ones I love
For the rest of you
You can stab me with knives of hate
But as long as I have my love,
I will never die.