for change and change came
It ran in on me like a storm
Quickly and fierce, but remnants of the past remained
And as I tried to build and grow on the new, the past reared its head at the darnedest times
I'm trying to be me and walk in my liberty, but the past has slapped me
Why can't I run away?
I want to cry, but I have already revealed too much of myself and they take me as a joke
Why?
Why must I struggle so much?
Oh yeah...
To whom much is given, much is required
I remember that
I must have a lot to expect because I'm working hard like it's a PHD on the other end of this
Lord help me through
Even if I hold back from others, I know that I have made progress if I can just be open and honest with you
