Gratitude

It is not love, if love is cold to touch
It is not belief, when there’s nothing there to trust
Could not submit, would never bring myself to heel
Determination grows, as each truth is revealed
Torn and repaired, just to endure it all again
Without a reason for my place in all this pain
Though well concealed, the scars they just compound
Until there’s nothing left of what was once my former self
My god, look at what we are now
Without regret for all the things that we have done
Thank you for all the doubts, and for all the questioning
For all the loneliness and for all the suffering
For all the emptiness, and the scars it left inside
It inspired in me, an impetus to fight
For the conviction, for the purpose found alone
For the strength and courage, that in me I’ve never known
And if it seems to you, that my words are undeserved
I write this in gratitude for whatever good it serves
Sometimes I wish, that you could see me now
In the rightful place, where I knew that I belonged
Sometimes I wish, that you might someday understand
To close the chapter, and lay to rest the past
But nothing would change, we make the best of what we have
For we are measured, by the actions of our lives
We bide our time, let the future unfold
Like immortals, in great legends to be told
My god, look at what we are now
Without regret for all the things that we have done
Thank you for all the doubts, and for all the questioning
For all the loneliness, and for all the suffering
For all the emptiness, and the scars it left inside
It inspired in me, an impetus to fight
To all who stood with me, when we stood as one
Thank you for guiding me, for bringing me home
And if it seems that I’m obliged to say these words
I write this in gratitude, the least that you deserve