Love for My Children

If the world wasn't crushing me, Who would I be? If I wasn't stuck in survival mode, And I was able to dream, If breathing was a little easier, And my heart didn't beat so loud, What would I spend my energy on? What would my life be about? Would I cease to exist? Possibly find some joy? Would life have some meaning, Or is it all a ploy? What if I find, There is no meaning? Nothing good actually lasts, And true joy is fleating, It doesn't even matter, How hard I grasp, Or if I try to memorize the moments, Because nothing good actually lasts? The moments still pass, The memories fade, Absolutely nothing is permanent, Not pain or even hate, But what about love? Not the fairytale kind, Or the romance type. But the love for my child. When the moments have passed, And memories are gone, When life feels empty, And I'm dying alone. When I can't remember, Everything time has stole, The love for my child, Will still be embedded in my soul.