By Monica C. Voskamp
Standing at the edge of today
You look around with disbelief and disdain
The house has burned to black ashes now
Only distant memories run and around and play.
Standing in the midst of those memories
You look and around, pause and contemplate
The years have spit out flames of evil and hate
Till finally, predictably, they burned down the whole place.
Standing in the rawest part of your soul
You look around, grieve and weep uncontrolled
The love you gave has been torched and burned alive
Nothing is left of those years but regrets and wasted time.
Standing with the past, the present and future days
You bear old scars and determine with resolve and brave
The fires of yesterday are gone, with only you to remain.
You left to build your castle of dreams and good
You left to build the beauty you’ve longed to give
You left to build the cause you’ve been fighting for.
You’re free, standing strong now
The ashes have been swept away.
The fires of yesterday are no more,
The castle of your dreams awaits.