When i look back, I see a broken road.
This road has been torn, shed ,broken in so many ways.
God is standing there telling me” its not your fault”
But in my heart it feels that way.
I look at every crack, every hole and think of my pain, my past
the road is like a bad story.
You wish you could fix all the wrongs.
But you know that when the past has happened
Going back is like flying, it's impossible.
I turned around and look forward.
At a new road no cracks, no holes, no regret
The hope makes me realize that i can walk forward
onto the new road
Onto my future