There is growth within us.
There is strength inside.
We flow and we fall.
That day, I too cried.

I remember it as yesterday,
And I remember faithful
Wednesday.
You can forgive me, but I am not forgiven.

I am slave to myself.
I am slave to my ways-
Selfish, and angry,
Lonely, and cocky.

I am surrounded in by an army of friends,
Yet without something to fill that made up void.
I am alone to myself.

I am a coward.
I am a sinner.
I am a thief.
I am me.

And I haven't yet grown.