I do it for you:
The kid who goes home,
With holes on bottom of shoes.
The kid whose dreams
Have yet to come true...
I do this all for you.

I do this for you and for you:
The two with no fathers,
To show them the waters;
The two with no clue
Of what love can do.
I do this for you,
And I do this for you.

I do this for you, you, and you:
The three who go home
—Alone they will roam,
Because dollars their parents have few.
I do this for you,
And for you,
And for you.

I do this for him:
The boy with a heart
Fueled with hate from the start.
He knock-knock-knocks!
But is not let in;
So,
I unlock the door for him.

I do this for her:
The girl with a past—
Heart hard like a cast,
Whose love seeps out in slurs.
My love seeps out for her.

I do this for them:
All of the ones
Who have next to none,
And dirt is hiding their gem.
So I clean it off for them.

I do this for all:
The anxious; the quiet; the shy;
The short and the tall;
The jitterbugs—jumping! off walls.
The ones who are beat,
For tripping over their feet.
The ones who fly
—Heads in the sky.
The ones who dream big.
The ones who can’t sit still.
The ones who laugh at will.
The ones who think dragons are pigs.
I do this...
For all.