Sixteen years to reach that stage.
Sixteen years trapped inside that rage.
Drowning in tears engaging in fight,
thinking to myself this can't be right.
To look at my children, I just can't bare.
All these years they thought I didn't care.
I wish they could read and find that page.
The story of my life, that time and age.
When the abuse became my disease,
I lived my life no longer with ease.
I looked to heaven in need of God.
Yes, I'm a sinner, a woman shunned and outlawed.
But I've changed in my ways.
Now I look to my better days.
As I leave my darkness behind,
I now see no longer blind.
As I walk that stage today,
My days are no longer dim and gray.
I've waited for this moment a whole lifetime.
I've reached that peak, but there's still a climb.
I've made that change and there's no going back.
Life is a ride and this train is on the right track.
I now live my life clean and sober.
This is my story and I am the composer.
This stage isn't the end it's just one step closer.
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