The canvas of my memories,
Destroyed by my tears,
Was the last remaining torture tool
Of my roughly ravaged years.
I've been given a second chance.
Another shot at remourse.
A chance to get my life
Set on a tolerable course.
With a new pure white canvas,
Unscathed by my past,
I can go on living without
Regrets that will last.
The memories of my pain are long
Since behind me.
I have a whole new world
I have the chance to see.
Seeing through these untainted eyes,
I can see through everyone's hateful lies.