Let us heal for real.
Let us sit down with ourselves, face ourselves, and peel back the seal.
Let us seek what’s real.
It’s not perfection brought to us by the internet and its’ newfound success, in stealing people’s lives, having them wish they were like just the rest.
Let us heal for real,
I know I’m not perfect, can never be, won’t try to be
But I’m witnessing what the world does to us, this society.
I love God and the gifts he’s given me, I want to align with Him,
Sometimes I feel as though me becoming all He would have me to be, would cancel out all my sins
One of the gifts he’s given me, is my talented pen
If you don’t use it, you’ll lose it, I remember they told me that way back when.
But since then I’ve been through some things, lost and found again.
It’s not all better, but it’ll get better, I just have to keep my faith in Him.
Let us Heal for real
Let us let go of the past trauma that’s haunting us
The pain from your childhood trauma is stunting your growth
You’re shook because everywhere you look, there’s a new enemy
When we met I told you that you have a friend in me,
You turned your back on me so you couldn’t see, obviously…
That you are your worst enemy, because you ruined something that could’ve been great
But part of me feels like that was karma from my own past mistakes.
So let me heal for real
Since high school, I emotionally clocked out when it came to friends
Not to mention Kansas, track practices, taking the van
Won’t speak on that too much but I made amends
To this day many of them don’t know, it’s taking a while for me to let some things go,
But these days I’m learning to take things less personal,
I still have a long way to go.
I’m trying to heal for real
Last year I allowed myself to feel
I met a few good guys, some never deserved my time
But I needed that. You have to fall off a couple times before you get on the right track.
Sometimes I miss running track, she will always be my first love, I swear there’s no other sport above.
One day I hope to have a daughter. The love of my life is going to be her father.
But for now, I’m trying my best to acknowledge this pain I’m feeling,
I’m not going to lie or beat around the bush, I need lots of healing
There’s no need in trying to be like me, or any of the women you see.
We are all made uniquely and differently.
Embrace who you are, reach for your stars, it’s enough of them in the sky for all of us to shine.
Keep grinding, work on yourself, it’s not a race… take your time. If you stay true to you, there’s no doubt you’ll reach the finish line.
Just heal for real.