It's a long way from home
and I've been a long time gone.
This road's full of holes and cracks,
which only remind me of everything I lack.
I've stumbled over my fears,
and shed some seemingly endless crimson tears.
I've fallen a few times
and failed to deliver my lines.
I've gained terrible memories from my past,
and deep scars that will always last.
I've laid unmoving on the floor,
begging and pleading for no more.
And I'm scared and I want it all to cease,
I only want to be at peace.
So I take one regretful look back and I see
that someone has been cleaning up after me.
There are no more holes nor cracks,
and all the pieces are put back.
Someone's paved my broken road,
and made a way for me to go back home.
I stare back in disbelief
because this is my chance to turn over a new leaf.
It's a long way back home,
but I'm ready for I've been gone far too long.
