The Degree
Alone in the darkest hour
A loss of life and loss of power
Words like knives that punctured me
Leaving bruises none can see
Lying in a pool of sadness
How long before the feeling passes
I think that now's my time to leave
Stripped of all true dignity
But surrounded now by chosen family
Knocking on this door to freedom
Leaving what was a golden prison
To accept what can and cannot be
And give myself Love unconditionally
I'm allowed to break down and be set free
To learn to Love me for me
To hold that paper in my hand
To stand on the stage and know that I Can
Be Truly Happy
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