Healing
Am I falling again?
Off the face of the earth.
losing my terrain.
Am I going down?
To the depths of the dark.
Losing my hometown.
Am I cheating myself?
In a cycle of crime.
Losing my identity.
Am I sliding again?
Off the face of the earth.
Losing my terrain.
I burst into flames,
And light up the sky.
They take their aim,
But just a little shy.
Living in my own skin,
Feels nice for once.
Soaring with the wind,
I pick up my pace.
My scarred soul begins to heal,
A life well lived.
No regrets, only memories.
All these wounds start to close,
And scars disappear.
No regrets, only life lessons.
It ain't my time just yet,
To go seeking that world.
No regrets, only anticipation.
And I’ve laid down my legacy,
For them to build from.
No regrets, only pride.
I burst into flames,
And light up the sky.
They take their aim,
But just a little shy.
Living in my own skin,
Feels nice for once.
Soaring with the wind,
I pick up my pace.
I burst into flames,
And light up the sky.
They take their aim,
But just a little shy.
Living in my own skin,
Feels nice for once.
Soaring with the wind,
I pick up my pace.
I burst into flames,
And light up the sky.
They take their aim,
But just a little shy.
Living in my own skin,
Feels nice for once.
Soaring with the wind,
I pick up my pace.