Broken, scared, timid, lost and angry
A little girl down on her knees
With only the ability to cower and hide
Angels were sent to help her see
Pain holds much power but love holds even more
One can harness that power and become free
And I have done that very thing.
I can now stand on the edge and look down at the valley
I emerged a woman standing standing strong in the rain
Looking out over a land so vast with possibility
But laced with uncertainty and pain
A tiny spark of hope now burns bright in faith
That I shall never return to that hell I once felt
And accept the gifts I have been given
And never look back at the lost world I have left.