I try not to dread meeting you there,
But the harder I look in the mirror the less I want to leave.
I want to stay, make bread, howl at the moon,
Anything but face the one I've hurt,
And yet I know I'm coming for you.

But will you hurt me back?
Use this opportunity to surrender your own hurt,
And make peace by breaking mine?
I gave up that life so long ago,
But you're here, now, and that life is mine again.

How far do I go?
Far enough to gain the energy to run from you into the distance,
Or just to your door?
Who will be there?
You, them... God, us?
Will I find us there?

I'm just passing through the eyes.
Of those who never knew I was alive.
The passion, unveils the truth.
Holding the love that got me through, this night.
The world is the canvas, you are the muse.
The past that has passed now must conclude.
Martyred in flesh, in heart we live on.
Your youth spent troubled is already gone.