You walk alone,
You carry on.
Looking ahead,
Forgetting it all.
Your knees are week
You struggle to stand.
You fight to hold on,
With trembling hands.
Each step feels higher
Each mile feels longer.
You walk a little slower,
As the days grow colder.
You walked away from who you were.
You turned away and watched it burn.
You shed your skin and became a new man.
But your heart always remembers who you were back then.
- Brandon K. Stephenson
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 9:29 PM UTC
You walk alone,
You carry on.
Looking ahead,
Forgetting it all.
Your knees are week
You struggle to stand.
You fight to hold on,
With trembling hands.
Each step feels higher
Each mile feels longer.
You walk a little slower,
As the days grow colder.
You walked away from who you were.
You turned away and watched it burn.
You shed your skin and became a new man.
But your heart always remembers who you were back then.
- Brandon K. Stephenson
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