My life's movin' on.

New decisions, thus made.

The scars from first love and first sorrow

Are gettin' better each day.


Rays of sunshine drop in.

Past my desolate days.

I'm runnin' and comin'

Through my darkest of ways.


I love all my family,

I love my unbrothers as well,

My sissy and my friend,

They all pulled me out of my bottomless Hell.


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