For things I once believed in I'm now able to let go
Building up good boundaries to keep the peace within
Is something I must keep doing time and time again
I use to think I'm not worthy because of what's been done
But now I'm slowly realizing, I'm not the guilty one
Rather I am that little child who never had a say
Who never understood why beatings came her way
I couldnt stop those things that they did to me
And whatever was being done; wasn't suppose to be.
Now I come to heal and allow my soul to weep
Showing to my "T" all the secrets that I keep.