remembering

some days
i just sit and think
of my life past

of old friends
old loves
past hurts
and the tears shed

i sit and remember
what my life was like
back then

i was angry
i was sad
i was lost
and scared and tired

and alone

unloved
unwanted
unimportant

surely i wouldn't be missed
if i just disappeared
if one day i went away
and never came back

so i left...

but not without a trace

because deep down inside
i wanted to be found
i wanted to be taken back

and the day they found me
was the day i found myself

now i sit and think
of my life past

of old friends
old loves
past hurts

i know that tears shed
were not for naught

because each teardrop
drew me closer
to You