Renaissance

Minutes turn into days that turn into months
Lonely days turn into long endless nights
Sadness turns into an overdose of anesthesia
A heavy broken heart becomes a cold fish
And I have lost myself to the sunset of my time
I cry in the rain and wake up in pain
My being will never be the same.

Now I’ve picked up the pieces and faced my demons
Stopped fighting a battle that had a ghost of a chance
Ironic as it is, during my moments of weakness
Closer to the night, is when I find my strength
When I touch the center of my sorrow
And let it fill me, the second wind blows
And I realize that the best is yet to come