She was pushed into a tight corner
Had to pick one of two options

One...
Be at war with her inner self while
At peace with the outside world

Two...
Have peace within herself even if
the outside world war against her

It's up to her to prioritize.

Bonded by love
Separated by greed and jealousy
I've seen families and friends fall apart
because of money
Empathy, sympathy, compassion, understanding, they've all gone missing
No wonder there's so much disunity

All we need is genuine love
I'm aware that statement is a cliché
Overused but not actively practiced
I say, true love is the way
Only if we would translate it from saying into doing.

Remember the times I made you smile.

I'm not dead yet, it's not something I've met.

Remember the way I did things, in my style.

I'm not dead yet, it's not something I've met.

Remember how I had a way of chasing away your fears.

I'm not dead yet, it's not something I've met.

Remember​ how my loving hands would wipe away your tears.

I'm not dead yet, it's not something I've met.

But remember how I would put to words, my thoughts and my wishes.

I'm not dead yet, it's not something I've met.

Just remember how I'd slow life down with understanding and a few kisses.

I'm not dead yet, it's not something I've met.

Please remember if tomorrow my eyes are not allowed to see.

I'm not dead yet, it's not something I've met.

Just remember our good times.... remember how I was me.