Used to be that I believed the good was gone from my life. And it got so bad I almost had a mind to end it outright. But now I see the light. I made it through the night, and it feels so good to stand in the sunshine.
Way back when, stuck in the pen, I suffered through the long days. Then, one day woke up like, holy fuck, everything turned out ok! I can’t say I’d kept faith, but I’m so stoked to say that I wake up smiling every single day.
I’m free, at last. I’m free at last. My darkest days are all in the past. I’m free. At last.
Now I see the light, I made it through the night, and it feels so good to stand in the sunshine. In the sunshine, I’m free at last. I’m free. At last. I’m free at last.