I know you're out there, having fun.
While I sit here still thinking about what I've done.
You've already said you've forgiven me.
But... that was the old me.

Day by day I struggle with these changes.
Trying to grow and tend to these bandages.
The wounds will forever be fresh.
No healing can be do to this flesh.

I hope one day you can see these changes I've made.
I'll be waiting here in under this tree, in the shade.
While I watch the sun rise.
Maybe one day.. together we can fly.. , once more.