Sitting here alone I
draw another sober breath,
And for the life of me, I can’t remember death.
But I have been a soldier to it,
I have been to the gate.
Yes I am just a miracle,
A peaceful hand of fate.
Tears are now my medicine,
My joy bursts from within.
And hope is what I feel right now,
My life without the sin.
Groping for a stronghold on,
My corpse and all it’s skin,
My serenity has driven me,
Away from all that pain.
Life is glorious as I know it,
All the drama gone.
Peace and light are filtering in, through the cracks of all
my fear.
Giving up was all I needed,
Giving in and out.
jkf
2/20/14