I have walked this path before,
since I was a seven-year-old child.
I knew how to walk this road,
Weather bad, or weather mild.

I've held my broken heart fast,
I have walked along so alone;
I have learned the steps myself,
And what to expect as I've grown.

I know every hill, every turn,
As I trod along the familiar way,
What used to be... dropped off-
I no longer know what to say.


A lifelong trip; in reality, a nightmare.
Since I can remember, death suspended,
Another false alarm? another threat?
or will it end, will it really be ended?