The flames making a forest I got trapped in all the hazy heat Everything that mattered to me caught in the inferno My body said to fight My mind said it was pointless to try.
I lay there All the safety nets came toppling down on me Helpless, abandoned, trash, stranded is what I thought I was Hell, mayhem, and isolation had taken the controls The terrorists I had been brought up to fear and hate Had destroyed my life.
They slammed right into my World Trade Centers My Hope and Fate had jumped off the sides with my Happiness While my strength burned inside my heart Everything ruined to embers and ashes Now today, I am finally here, I've survived Hell.
I've gotten the rubble pull off me And I'm done falling 'Cause I've made it to the ground floor I can see the the smoke clearing, blue skies flooding in Staggering up, my battle scars are proof That I made it through Hell and back. My terrorists are gone, sinking to the ocean floor with anchors of passion My passion that's sinking, will be taking me to the top.
Relating my depression and life to the day of 9/11. What do you think?