The trauma was a slice to the head
One half still alive, the other half brain dead
The cycle of escape feels like a lifetime ago
It’s not like me to expect greatness when I have nothing to show.
The ground I’ve walked on is full of fear & doubt
But the skies above are showing me a way out
A constellation of success & dreams shine far & bright
My cold dead brain walks towards the light.
I used to feed my demons that it felt like they were a part of me
A voice in my head that I’m sure is not even mine.
Now comes a day that threatens peace & place
And all I have to do is show my face
To prove it’s not a fight or phase
It’s my resolve finding its proper place.