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The Second Time My eyes Opened


The second time my eyes opened

I was broke with bills to pay

I was scorched with others pain

I was lacking and lost my way

 

The second time my eyes opened 

My walls of insecurity

that once was protecting me 

was now chaining my feet

 

The second time my eyes opened 

I realized grown ups aren't gods

And I need to take care of myself

Because life is gonna be hard

 

The second time my eyes opened 

much like the first

I couldn't see anything

vary much like birth

 

My future was uncertain

And all I could see was pain

I saw it in my mother 

And I saw it within me

 

I vowed to over come 

my child-like tendancies

and to keep moving forward

because the world won't wait on me

 

The second time I opened my eyes 

I realized that I've been shealtered so much

and I need to grow stronger 

now that, that shealter is gone

 

 

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