Sometimes poverty and addiction is all you see,
Is this the world I left behind to you,
Or is this what was left behind to me?
What I know is I hurt with you when you weep,
Broken promises that left you, scars we both keep.
Keep ya head up, they told me
Now it’s your turn.
Is that destiny?
You see you yourself are not a broken promise, though,
But you have to make your way through brokenness,
What’s truly free.
You’ll be free.