The toll for life
Was paid at the post
I’ve been through the sadness,
It’s not much to boast.

‘Cause sadness is brief,
Thrown off, like a fever,
I wed sin like a wife,
But now, I will leave her.

For break out I must,
At the cost of security,
And sever that leash,
And rise to maturity.

So now, I am free,
To gather my soul,
I am what I am.
And I am my goal.

Bryson Thomas