I Remember

I Remember

I rememeber back when, I was only a kid,
a time when things were simpler for sure.
but that was back when, alot has changed since then,
physically older and mentally mature.

Life has thrown me some curves, and flipped me the bird,
and tried to beat me down at every turn.
but I held my head high, and walked on by,
scared as hell, but acting self assured.

Now my inner child, is trapped deep inside,
surrounded by the walls life helped me build.
Though I try not to cry, the pain eats at my pride,
surpressing feelings that I'm not suppose to feel.

Where did my innocense go, and is my joy in tow,
I've been looking but I cannot locate them.
Can you help me bro, because I surely don't know,
and I could really use someone to call a friend.

As time goes rushing by, kicking sand in my eyes,
I gather up the strength to forge ahead.
Looking back on my life, I ask myself why,
I pick myself up, and move on time and again.

It is quite a surprise, that my faith hasn't died,
I just know the winds of change will blow my way.
As I sort through the lies, spun by devious minds,
all helping form the man that's standing here today.

Everyone took a piece, as they passed by me,
leaving nothing but the shell of who I was.
But forgiveness in me, sets my spirit free,
for I realize that everyone has flaws.

I don't lie, cheat or steal, and I've learned a great deal,
from others who live on this spinning ball of dirt.
They hurt others at will, they lie, cheat and steal,
and they've tried to take away all my self worth.

Yet I will not succomb, one day I will overcome,
they can try but they will never keep me down.
no matter what I've done, I will not turn and run,
carrying a big stick and not talking very loud.

They say the best revenge, to make your enemies cringe,
is to be the things they said you could not be.
The joyous man in the end, is the man that wins.
whether poor as dirt, or rich beyond belief.

Still I remember a time, when I was only a child,
when the joy of life shone brightly on my face.
Back when reason and rhyme, and the passing of time,
in that moment had no relevance or place.


Brett Michael Crow
August 22, 2009