I Used To Have

I used to have a reason 
to get up and fight for truth.
I used to have light in my eyes 
to know I’d be with you.

I used to have a lot of things 
but now all that I do -
is sit here alone, remembering home, 
wishing I’d been true.

I used to have a family. 
I used to have a home.
I used to have friends, 
things I could call wins.
A foundation made of stone.

I used to think I’d always have
the things I held on to,
but I lost and they’re gone, 
so I sit here alone…
wishing that I’d been true.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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