Another year has come to pass
Another drop of sand in life's hourglass...

With the coming of the New Year
Life is breathed back into wintered bones...

Placing her hands on the cool ceramic of the sink
Her tired eyes read over the lipstick message...

I used to hate the mirror and love the scars
A symbol of my own self-loathing...

A knife in the dark
A stab through the heart...

I hit the road, with nothing but a rucksack slung...
And her hand warm in mine...

My boots keep me weighed down to Earth;
They prevent me from dancing among the stars...