No longer, shall I hide from people, when they stare
No longer, will my days, be filled with despair
No longer, shall I spend lonely nights, in the Winters cold
No longer, will any one yell at me, to do as I am told
No longer, shall I be reminded, of all that I have lost
No longer, will I shiver, in the morning frost
No longer, shall I feel, I am falling behind
No longer, will I go through, the torture in my mind
No longer, shall I go on with this life of misery
No longer, will I have to, because I am setting myself free
~C.J. Bostwick
