The Broken

Visions of the life we were suppose to have shatter like the memories of my first love,
from every sleepless night,
to every terrible thought that raced through our minds,
the only thing that kept us alive was our will too die,

The thought of death keeps us on our feet,
from cutting too deep,
to letting go of the wheel on some dark abandoned highway,
the tragedy is that it never happened,

Becoming broken is the path to being whole,
But after years of fallen tears and the scars we can't remove,
we transform into the people we were meant to be,

The kind of people who have been through the darkness but didn't let it consume them,
The kind of people who have been through so much that nothing scares them,
The kind of people who become leaders and help those going through the same trials,

We evolve because we have too,
We evolve because we never gave up,
We evolve because death showed us the way..