I had one thing that I truly considered to be mine,
I had one thing that I truly owned
And in the blink of an eye, the beat of a heart, the snap of a finger
It was taken from me.
I was robbed of the only thing that I owned.
Sure I have a place to cry myself to sleep at night,
But the rent I pay is only for a temporary space;
I feel homeless, and helpless
I feel violated, insulted, and worthless.
Why is it that I try so hard to lead a better life,
I am trying to find faith again,
And work for everything I want and need
Yet I am stolen from, robbed and broken down?
It hurts, and in this pain all I can seem to do
Is watch the world I stand on, crumble beneath me.