The Road of Hope
The things I have witnessed has scared me for life. Growing up I have seen wrong and not much right.
I see or hear a trigger tears roll down my face. Sometimes I am afraid to look in the mirror because I feel so foreign and out of place. I am not asking to be big and bad I just want to be pure and true.
I have run from my life for so long escaping from reality hoping to be free someday. Ahead I see a brand new road, not easy, but hard and long, But that old road is no longer...null and void.
God has given me so much to give. Its time to change my life and the way I live.
Take it minute by minute, day by day. Think about the present and the now, don't worry about the future.
God has a plan for you, just listen, watch, and be ready.
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