Gentle winds blow my hair
The wind picks up
Goose bumps arise on my arms
My ripped jeans not protecting
My jacket is very protecting
Of my arms
No one can see
No one can see the scars of the past
The past is the past
But I dwell on the past
To dwell on the pass is not good
So unlike me let it go
Let it free
So you can be free
Free of the past
And the chilling wind it brings with it
