I'll carry my past with me
It's mine and mine alone
In fact it's truly
The only thing I own.
The pain and joy
The trauma and tears
Have made me become
The sum of my years.
I'll bury it no more
Nor look the other way
Those years gone by
Leave me this to say:
"Owning all my sorrows
Troubles, strifes and woes,
Makes me so assured
To know where not to go."
