It was one year ago, the street lights were hazy
He was trembling...shaking...his peripheral vision was set
But no one came to greet him, he sat underneath the stars
The moonlight beamed across his tear stricken face
He begged and pleaded trying to make sense of things
It was one year ago, underneath that street light...
He would curse, he would fight, he would sob
His one light of hope, his world, his life
Was all the kept him going, kept him strong
Strong enough to make it through the days
But that all changed, and it was all taken away
It was one year ago, that this person died...
It was a uphill struggle of fears, climbing to exhaustion
Wagging wars and contemplating life, despising himself
Taking all he could in stride, taking in everything
He read and philosophized over a heart gone wrong
While listening to words of wisdom, helping him
Giving him character along the way, bringing him back
Rising up from the dead, though born anew this time
It was nearly a year ago, somehow he had pulled through...
A year ago I watched myself die, I watched life pass me by
Since a year has come and gone, I've made myself now
I built this house in place of what was, and what will never be again
I was Stripped and torn, I was mangled and beaten
I had fallen to my knees, I was pushed into the ground
Held down and unable to escape, it became my home
I laid there for sometime unable to get up and fight
But sense this year has gone by I am stronger
I will stand tall and firm, I will not be beaten anymore
I must stay steady and push onward, this war can be over
This fighting could all stop, it can really happen
And this life doesn't have to be put to an end
There can be a starting point again...
There can be a new beginning...
There can be...
