I’m waiting for the day where those memories no longer hold their pain so true,
And all that remains is a story that can be retold.
For those moments remembered that make my whole body cringe at what I already know,
And the hate that grew out of an unforeseen moment bygone,
For as long as those emotions linger the anguish created in moments of ignorant innocence thrive,
And all that is left to look forward to is the chance to be free;
Free of what was left behind,
Of the ugliness born out of trust given blind,
To regain some faith of good to come,
And a bit of peace within my mind.