Like a small child sitting in the corner Searching for their lost toy Trying to understand why they're all alone tears streaming down my face Wondering where they all went they had promises and hope to give Yet while I sit in this corner searching for the words my voice cannot say itself The other corner is empty This never-ending darkness is holding me hostage Trying to remember how I go here Struggling to remember what the light is like Just searching for the comfort of a mother the understanding of a friend the protection of a father tears wiped away Running from the struggle sounds tempting but I'm ready to take it face on Ready Set Go
Special Thanks to a friend who helped me write this one whether they know how much they helped me write it or not.