Finally found what I had lost
I peace of myself dropped somewhere on the street of my past
Trying to clean up what was a mess
I realized this was a test a test of faith
A test of strength
Such a waste of time
To come back to this place
I could live with out my past as long as it doesn't’t corrupt my future.
In this journey of life in this quest to find yourself you sometimes find
Your own little hell a place for the forgotten and a place for the past,
Sometimes you dig the hole to deep,
Sometimes the walls are way to steep
You can’t escape from this place
So you put on a different face now your someone else
You have learned to fake to erase your face
You’re a person not a clown
You cannot fake reality
In all these years this is all I have found
I found what was wrong and I found what was right
All in my past.
All in my fight.
