Dreaming of a distant time
From memories long gone.
A time of purity now lost
When I could do no wrong.
The Sundays spent in servitude
To a God who does not care.
The hours that I wasted nightly,
Kneeling by my bed in prayer.
The dreams I held in mind
Of what I would achieve.
I never had the inner strength
To make them true to me.
No memories of happiness
No friends left from my past;
Everything that poisoned me
I have left behind at last.
A freedom from my anger
And a calming of my hate;
Nothing left to brood about
Except my lifelong fate.
Finding brand new reasons
To want to live this through.
In the eyes of those I love
I find a strength I never knew.