I keep rewriting my Story,
Keep waking from this Suffering,
This endless pit of Sadness that doesn’t give,
I keep Waking to the Fight,
Keep choosing Differently,
I wake to find my Tears in my Pillow,
I used to Cry in my Dreams,
Used to find all this Water that wouldn’t Stop,
All these murky waters,
All this Hurt,
This little girl, gosh,
My Little Girl,
Where’s my Father?
Where did my Brothers go?
Why don’t they Love me?
What makes me such a Crime?
Now there’s all this Space to Grieve,
I’m Fighting a Fight I never have before,
I’m choosing Differently,
But these tears don’t Give,
I Fight,
I Choose Differently,
I’m not Giving Up,
But there’s all this Grief,
I wake up Crying,
I miss Him,
I miss Them.
Theres all these Dreams that won’t stop Drowning Me,
I keep Praying for the Water to Cleanse Me,
Keep Asking God to Cleanse this Hurt,
To Show me the Sweetness of the Prophet,
So I may Learn with Ease.
I choose Differently.