When young enough to dream

but old enough to know

I thought life would be different

I thought it would be easier

Less painful.

I thought I’d be better.

I thought things would work out for good.

A happy ending for everyone.

 

I died. That’s my story.

I died to all the things I thought

I died to the expectations

that I wrote with confidence on my heart.

You can’t scrub it off

You have to die.

and the moment I did

the last beat of my heart started a new life.

 

Your story.

 

Song: Already all I need (Christy Nockles)