Retrospect

As the winter let spring come
I shed my skin and come alive
A new retrospect, a sign
And words of torment that hunt the sick
Now this is my shelter
And this is my heart
You’ve lived on my weakness
You tore me apart
As the time that we have spent
So few of us have followed on
A place of refuge, a place called home
It’s in this room where I heal my wounds
Now this is my shelter
And this is my heart
You’ve lived on my weakness
You tore me apart