Uplift the Broken

Picking up Pieces         2019

Thought I was missing them,

life was empty cause they were gone.

Thought I was torn apart,

cause they left me with a broken heart.

But it wasn’t them I really missed.

Every day empty cause they were gone.

It was the old me, I had lost.

Pieces of life, to the four winds tossed.

Thought revenge would be nice.

Years down the road they look my way,

Im smiling, sad no longer.

Haters can choke on their anger.

Picking the pieces off the ground,

night by night cause I need to find a way,

to sculpt the old into the new,

to uplift the beautiful, broken and true.