Just beginning to gather myself from the mess
Then you punctuate all the names on the list
Ten years ago, to the day
I was blessed with the gift of dismay and a void in my chest
So I give thanks for the weight on my soul
I count these blessings and pray to be whole
Found myself a new way out
There's no sense in believing now
Put me in the ground
I'll never hear the sweetest sound
If I find my peace I will hate what is left
Cause I've learned to keep all this grief in my head
I'm a slave now to my anger and I can't be left alone
I forgive myself for leaving, but I never found a home