Two

I set out that day,
To find me a way,
To make it okay,
But I failed.

I didn't get far,
But I still have a scar,
From that horrible war,
That I fought with myself.

Think of it again,
I know that you can,
Stands before you a man,
That has changed quite a bit.

But never forget,
That man who you met,
Because I'm willing to bet,
He still lives today.

Deep, down inside,
Is where he'll reside,
Until he's untied,
And I let him go free.

But if he's let go,
What will happen, I know,
Is that he won't stay below,
But he'll rise up and fight.

And then, you see,
Who I am, I won't be,
And I'm sure you'd agree,
That I've already changed quite enough.

Peace,
Justin