Turn it around
Its all good on the outside.
On the outside its all good.
Its all good on the outside.
On the outside its all good.
The work,
The façade,
The camoflauge of a wound
An internal scar
My memory I cannot erase,
My heart struggles.
You are always here,
But yet you are always there.
I’m whole on the outside.
On the outside its all whole.
I’m whole on the outside.
On the outside its all whole.
I am maimed
In a way no one else can see.
I have been disabled
By the loss of you, my Father.
Death is not final,
It lives within my heart.
I overcome each day
The paralysis of my very being.
If I repeat I will believe.
I will believe if I repeat.
If I repeat I will believe.
I will believe if I repeat.
I survive each day
This disabling pain.
My pain that makes me strong
My pain that pushes me forward.
If I repeat I will believe.
I will believe if I repeat
I repeat that I am strong
I believe I will make you proud.