Days come and fade as they go
leaving little more than mementos
that form the sum of who you become
A song, delivered at three in the morning
to the anchor of your heart, with the words
backed by the whole of your heart
fading slowly as the space between grows
and the twisting winding road leads
farther from you, forcing me to let go
leaving me cold, turning bold
fighting to keep hold of every part of me
that I signed away, to a brighter future
the hardest choice ever made
to walk away and leave behind who I've been
to become more, than just some guy next door
pushing past the point of broken
to find the road that will lead me inexorably
to a new man that stands taller
fights that much harder, that much smarter
fighting to win, and the road stretches on
because for all the strength that was hidden
buried deep behind the scars, there is a hole in me
as I strive on to fill the burning ache of my soul
to find what will make me whole
secretly hoping the road will bring me back to you
in the arms that make me feel safe, and new
so much less incomplete