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So many sacrifices and dried tears
Ground littered with dreams of what I used to assume was happiness
Dark clouds drifting over me repeating every promise that you made to me
This heart that you once thought was so easy to break; is so much stronger than you could have ever imagined
I was your causality,
A victim of your lies
The fool that played your game the best way that I could play it
Yet found myself lost in the middle of despair without a paddle to row myself back to land
These lies…
The false hopes and dreams that attracted me to you are nothing more then these ashes that are being made by the flames of my strength
I am not dead…
This is just the beginning
Too many years have come and gone for me to remain your fool
The puppet that worshipped the ground that you walked on
The water that you wish that you could walk upon
With that lameego that follows you where ever you go
How I managed to allow one person to tare me away from myself
To dismiss my morals
To allow me to watch the love that I had for myself walk out the door,
Swearing that it will never return, I will never know
Yet here I stand
Dirty…filthy…yet alive
I felt the rain wet my clothes and cleanse my soul
Washed the hurt and pain from off of my body, while I danced and shouted to the Lord up above that “I am Free!”
People called me crazy…they even laughed as I fell to the ground and hugged myself in disbelief
Walked passed me wondering who I was, yet did nothing to deter me from my own personal celebration
I welcomed me back with opened arms
Felt the warmth of my beating heart
Cradled myself while, tears poured from out of my broken eyes,
As I thought back at the times when you told me that I could not make it without you
That you were my only friend,
That I did not have the nerve to walk away
Limping, crawling, hopping, stumbling and rolling...
I will do if I must
I will climb my way back up to happiness
Fight till I only have the strength to run and walk
Till my wings are strong enough for me to fly away
Like a butterfly
