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For Twenty-nine Years
Three decades went by and not without their pain and regret…
I waited impatiently, fumbling and sometimes falling flat on my face, hurt
Everything around me wasn’t quite what it seemed; I always felt as if I was living someone else’s life. The things I encountered, the places I’ve been… no man should have to bear witness to such things in such a short amount of time.
Depleting my soul, my spirt, I resigned to loneliness, accepting a bleak future
That was before you, before my angel appeared, rescuing me from obscurity
Healing much of the self-inflicted wounds on my person and mind
Thanking The Lord for small mercies, I reclaim you as my own
These are the words of a freed man
