I’ve come to lay down the guns of my youth

That blazed hot with haughty sadness

For I was the sorrowful son of what went wrong

Walking around covered in blood that wasn’t mine

Dragging my chained contempt from town to town

Laying low unarmed well wishers

While searching for the devil that loomed within all along

Practicing his tactical tyranny with the simple whispered words

“You’ll never be enough.”

But enough was enough as I steadied my hand

Placing the barrel in the maligned mouth

Letting the liar taste my new truth as the bullet breathed back,

“But I am.”

So, I’ve come to surrender

To bury my wrathful arms

And bear a joy unshakable because

I am

I am

I am