Gonna let these wounds these bruises take over to whom I'm supposed to be.
The constant fighting of healing of who I used to be no longer exists.
To let the wounds the punches the slaps everything and anything in between needs to be done
I'm not getting any younger try hard as I may these aching bones and horrid back tell the stories
Time for evolution on what's meant to be done to show the world a life has been lived
From the scars to the stitches to the weird way I stand and walk for instance
It's my story to be unfolded with not a man of much words these days
Kinda hard to do as I used to in such a short amount of time
Whether that means I lose my mind along the way
These wounds need to show and prove the stories that I say
So if I fumble my words maybe act out of character
It's just natures own course for I am tired physically mentally emotionally
To set those free maybe I live another thirty years worry free.
