Another day is what today is
Another day to sit and think
About what yesterday was to me
Yesterday was a time I hardly lived
Yesterday was a time I hid
From incessant mockery and shame
Another hand reaching out to me
Another tongue speaking out to me
Bringing another tear from my eye
Another arm covering my head
Another scream tearing the air
Breaking another part of my mind
Another thrown chair
Another episode in front of others
Taking me to professionals
Yesterday shows the broken heart
Yesterday keeps the broken heart
Because I'm not that person anymore...
For all is not lost
Cos it was yesterday, not today
Yesterday is gone
Forgiven, though not forgotten
© 3rd January 2005
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