The Past Can Change You
I use to call that house my home.
Now it makes me feel so alone
That is just another memory.
Another entry in my diary.
With every second that passes by.
I'm always looking back questioning "Why?"
And every minute that travels past me.
I finally start to really see.
All of that has happened.
All of that has been changed.
Was to make me smarter?
To make me wiser?
As I look back, now I truly see.
That everything that happened, happened to me.
I know I can't change the past.
It can't even be a task.
But, the future is where I'm headin'.
And you can put your bet in.
Where I'm goin' I can be free.
That where I'm goin' I can be me.
Copyright © Gwendolyn Coffey | Year Posted 2013
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