There have been many stories told
Countless poems and prose written
About the forgotten ones
To those spirits and souls
Who laugh and cry
And tells everything’s alright
I say without contempt nor
Doubt
“You don’t have to hide.”

To each one fighting their way
Out
Of an abyss of their own fates
“It’s not too late.”

Each brawl with your inner demons
Every lesson along the way
Every corner, every junction
Every turn you had to take
Turning left

Right around the corner
Each sober faces you had seen
Still drunk
With the thought of what could have been
And all those moments you could have
shared, but
You are still alive

Yes, you are still there
And tomorrows another day