Someone Who Was Died For

I'd like to dedicate this poem to everyone who's ever been:

called a loser,

told they're worthless,

thought they were damaged goods,

or felt unloved.

I know someone who was died for.

Someone so loved

That without their voice

Every bird would close their beak
And all of nature cease to speak
 
Someone so loved
That without their laughter
No trees would bud or flowers bloom
The world locked forever in winter's tomb
 
Someone so loved
That without their presence
Life would be empty and depressing
A life filled with curses and nary a blessing
 
Someone so loved
That their death
Had to be prevented
At any cost--
Even the life of someone else!
 
I know someone who was died for.
 
It was you.