What is it, to breathe? Is it not just a contraction Of my diaphragm?
What is it, to leave? Is it not just an action But a part of who I am?
I am the kid who cannot breathe. Whose lungs are filled with doubt. Help, I cannot breathe.
I am the one everyone leaves. Who's never heard when I shout out. Stay, everyone leaves.
What is it, to breathe?
-Ballad of a Bard



















