Stories of My Past
With my last dying breath
I remember the stories of my past
Swaying in the wind every which way
Getting lost in the light of day
Life and love and plans to go far
People remind you to never loose who you are
Living with all these changes
Just like flipping all the pages
Always feeling like I need to control my life
But every failure feels like I’m being stabbed with a knife
When it feels like nothing goes right
It takes every part of me to make it through the night
But I know inside that no matter how bad it gets
I’m so blessed in all of this
My friends and family love me so
They make me high when I feel low
Jesus Christ saved my life
He heals me in all my strife
So when I look back on my life
It was never easy
But it was always worth it
Copyright © Zach Mitchell | Year Posted 2012
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