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Couldn't sit back, couldn't sit still And play in the light of a windowsill I hide away in shadows deep Along the edges I slowly creep Just like then, I do it now Even though it's far away It still haunts me to this day. So, I sang hymns to bring me peace So I could hear their melodies And wonder which one I should lease It must be gentle and very strong And make me feel like I belong I want the sadness inside me To fade away and set me free I don't go out much at all I've never been the type to call I realize for me to be happy I may need a little company So now you know, you know it all The flight I've flown and my great fall When it comes to you, I hide inside away from view Not resisting, not making it right I've been an easy opponent in a fight, Like a flower in a gun, a bird in flight A bullet used; a shell left behind Some shards sharp some pieces blind Of the damage left in kind I haven't found the peace inside me But I believe in divinity I found my life is worth living for someone else Never thought that I could be happy Yet I hear the trumpets call from far away A hymn returned to lift me up A white dove that follows me Bringing smiles and a bit of laughter Even though the canary has not yet returned From the blackened depths of the coal mine I'm trapped inside as I glow Diamonds just need a bit of shining The growing I've done allows me to shine Because I can see the light in the dark I'm on my way, taking the steps To bring laughter back that has been kept Just ahead, just out of reach And tears must fall before I breach The barriers built so high Soon I'll finally climb the great divide And mount a horse to freedom ride As today I still carry A few shards of old injuries But I can learn to throw away All the darkness of inside me I believe in possibilities I believe someone's watching over me Tomorrow brings a soft and gentle breeze While the sunlight dances on my lap Giving way to new opportunities To become the present version of me Yesterday cannot follow just to ruin The thoughts inside that hold me Down the devil's rabbit hole I believe one day I will be free Of my own silent memories Perhaps they should be given A truthful, triumphant voice Even as I regain a choice To live in yesterday's darkness, Or break into the light, tomorrow's security |