With bravery and desperation,
growth got me through,
even though instability lead the way
and all the suffering that came along
has left with out a trace.
Friends found along the way
are memories of yesterday.
By the looks of me
you'd never know
what I've been into,
or the sounds
that sent me there.
So in a single breath
I breathe it out, steam,
in the cold winter air.
Sometimes it's that easy
to put the past behind you.
