A strange perspective
viewing from beneath
lying in the dirt.
You left me when I was down on my knees
crying, begging for help.
Times like those before
were easily forgotten.
Things that I did to you,
hoping I’d get something back.
Seeds that never grew,
so you left me
without strength, without lust, without a reason.
Without faith, without trust, without hope.
What you have done, I’ll never forget
to turn your back on me
in a moment
when I needed you the most
I will rise, get away from the backyards of my life,
wipe off the dust. And I’ll be standing strong
with faith, with lust, without betrayal,
with strength, with trust, without you.