Walking On Truth

In the shadow of the man I used to be,
Echoes of doubt whispering inside of me,
Chasing mirrors that reflect what I fear,
But deep in my chest, a voice gets clear.
I wear the scars of battles I’ve fought,
Each mistake a lesson, every tear a thought.
I’m not the strongest, nor the bravest in the night,
But I’m rising from the ashes, ready for the fight.

In a world that’s quick to judge and throw stones,
I’ll build my fortress with these fragile bones.
I’m learning to love, not just for the thrill,
But for the truth in the silence, for the strength to feel.
With every heartbeat, a promise is made,
To honor the moments that darkness betrayed.
Bridges I’ve burned, paths I’ve unmade,
Still, I push forward, let the doubts cascade.

And if the night grows heavy, and the road gets steep,
I’ll hold on to the promise, the hope that I keep.
With every heartbeat, hear my prayer,
To love and to honor, to be aware.
As we weave through the struggle, with hearts on fire,
We rise from the ashes, climbing ever higher.

So here’s to the future, to the battles ahead,
With love in my heart, and a path I’ll tread.
I’ll strive for the honor, for truth to extend,
On this journey to be, I’ll rise again and again.