There can be a hidden gem between the iron.
Some place that I can be firm with terms
Wrinkles are now on my clothes hung on the line
God has stripped away my shame as I learn

Piles of clothes fill out the baskets
Thoughts flashback, questions arise
Sometimes with overwhelming tactics
Fighting for resolution has made me wise

I don’t fall to the lies
I’ve moved passed those games
It’s exhausting to see you most times
Future extinct and full of decay

You’ve created an asylum
Lost in a twisted reality
I see how trapped you have become
It’s not a place for my sanity

Weak and helpless was my train
I spent years repeating the trauma
Finally I can feel free and you’re still the same
I am no longer crippled to your drama

I still feel like I’m healing
Closure always seems so near
I’ve never trusted those who are loving
So I’ve bought into a lonely leer

What was once permitted in our life
Now has become your prison
It’s because you don’t own your strife
It’s not okay with my vision

I said this before but I need to say
My chains are broken and I’m set free
I do not see how it will ever help you be okay
In this life we live on and that is the key!