As I think about my past, painful memories fill my mind;
Crying alone in my room,
listening the ambulance pull out of the driveway,
waking up to the sound of police banging on the front door…

I would never know what to expect,
and half my life I’ve lived in fear of others;
Of what they would think ,
If I told them of the memories I have;

Social workers calling, asking questions and demanding answers,
probation letters and lawyers,
divorce papers and medical bills…

But thats all in the past,
and its time for me to move on,
and without the help he gave me,
It never could have been done.