The wars of life have torn and ripped my heartstrings

And scattered far the goals that I had planned

But even tossed and shaken I’m not broken

Though I have often stood on shifting sand.

For roads that I have chosen found me lonely

They left me many mountains yet to climb

And much to my dismay I still am sowing

The seeds of starting over one more time.

Here among the damaged dreams and memories

Lie fragments of the spirit I would be

But couldn’t find myself among the ruins

And couldn’t piece together who was me.

Far in darkest night I hear the echoes

Of promises and hopes of yesterday

What happened to the world outside my window

How is it that I got so far away?

I still have hopes of one more grand tomorrow

I need to see the sunrise round the bend.

Though bloody, bruised and battered I’m not broken

I want to see beginnings, not the end.