This treacherous road,
Is miles too long.
And I have to walk it,
Because of your wrong.
It doesn’t go away,
What you did.
I have a constant reminder,
Playing in my head.
My arms are imprinted with scars,
Telling the story of your crime.
But instead of you being punished,
I’m the one doing the time.
Instead of focusing on the hurt,
I instead turned it around.
I can do something,
I can help the lost be found.
I’m not the only one suffering,
There are so many more out there.
Feeling angry and alone,
I can be the one to care.
My scarred arms will always be open,
To show them that there is hope.
I’ll help them before they fall,
Off the end of their rope.
