The Journey

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38111
United States
35° 5' 37.8528" N, 89° 56' 4.7976" W
As she drank her worries away, mine got bigger
I grew up gun in hand, playing with the trigger
Searching for her at the bottom of a pill bottle
As her mind kept spinning, moving full throttle 
As a child filling in fifty year old shoes
I'm sorry her absence wasn't all that bad news
 
His calloused hand across my face one last time
It's finally my turn to make my own rhyme
I walk
And I run
And when it's difficult I crawl
I do whatever I can to avoid the fall
I was finally free 
To do as I pleased
And yet there was one more man to appease
 
My father opened the door with a look of shock
Eight years away from me, it's no wonder he balked
With every last ounce of hope I had
I begged on my knees with my story so sad
His stone heart must have cracked some
Because the smile he gave me had me undone
 
No more running and no more tears
My nightmares no longer yanked at my fears
The scars remain yet are no longer
I emerged on top, now much stronger
 
These nightmares return every now and again
To remind me of who I once had been
But the demons no longer anchor me down
Their hands at my throat waiting for me to drown
I remind myself day in and day out
There's no more famine, no more drought
I'm safe in the arms of someone who loves me
And for that I owe him every piece of me
 
Good and bad, here are my wounds
They're healed and buried now, in their own tombs
For that part of me has died
For a chance of rebirth
Because now there's a person
That knows what I'm really worth

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