Time moves on, and I have held on
Still, I will weep for the child
That got lost in the abyss.
I can feel the ache in me
When I think back to all those homes
That I could not escape
I was too old at eighteen.
I left with nothing.
I am twenty-six now,
and sometimes I forget my age.
I forget that I'm in charge of me
I'm in charge of my feelings, now.
At times, this joyous freedom is too big a responsibility.
This is normal to a degree, but
Sometimes I forget my age,
When I think of
What people are capable of
Doing to a child
Sometimes, I forget my age
When I think back on where I've been
Or when I say I want to go home;
I forget that I pay rent
Sometimes I forget to remember that I am home.
Sometimes my mind forgets that I'm home.
I want to go home
And know that I am there,