To all of you:
Someone taught us to love.
Someone taught us to kiss.
Someone taught us to hate.
Someone taught us to slap.
Someone taught us to be sad.
Someone taught us to cry.
And maybe, that someone is lost.
They might be gone.
But they live on within our hearts.
They live, because we live.
They live, and they keep us alive.
They're gone.
But we aren't.
We still know how to love.
We still know how to kiss.
We still know how to hate.
We still know how to slap.
We still know how to be sad.
We still know how to cry.
Because over all,
someone taught us to write.
