Healing

Warm air
The sun is coming through
For once I am able to look right on through

All the bad is blowing in the wind
And all the tears have fallen once again.
And Now I think it’s ok to maybe show a grin.

The scars are finally starting to smooth.
My lungs are finally able to breathe.
And now is the time where I’m ready to leave.

Maybe not literally but leave the dark place I was once in.
Cause I’m healing and I really hope that will never be a sin.