Let time heal all wounds.
I know not if this will come true,
months pass and new scars open up
much faster than the old heal.
I push forward, continuing down the road,
but the past still has a bone to pick.
Like Kitty Genovese, I try to flee
but it returns yet again.
I'll remain strong,
to see a day were time
has not only healed me,
but also lifted me from the past
so that I may find hope in the present
For a clear future.