Two years of his life
Lost to misery.
Two years of his life
Lost to you,
With nothing to show for it
Except a scar that won’t heal
And a heart that can’t feel.

He’s done hiding
Behind this hurt.
He’s done hiding
Behind these memories.
Life is still out there, waiting.
Starting to pick up the pieces,
The speed of his step increases.
That sluggish crawl finally replaced
By steady steps, confident and sure.
You gave him just one little taste
Of something good, something pure,
He won’t let you stop him from finding it again.