Two Years

Two years of his life Lost to misery. Two years of his life Lost to you, With nothing to show for it Except a scar that won't heal And a heart that can't feel.

He's done hiding Behind this hurt. He's done hiding Behind these memories. Life is still out there, waiting. Starting to pick up the pieces, The speed of his step increases. That sluggish crawl finally replaced By steady steps, confident and sure. You gave him just one little taste Of something good, something pure, He won't let you stop him from finding it again.