Still Standing

They told me I was broken, a mind too lost to save,

Called me a monster, left me drowning in the waves.

Every scar, every tear, they carved into my skin,

Tore apart the boy I was but I wont let them win.

I’ve seen the dark, I’ve walked through fire,

Felt my faith flicker like a funeral pyre.

But six strings and eighty-eight keys,

Sing my pain, set me free.

I am still standing, I am still breathing,

Through every loss, through all the bleeding.

I lost my love, lost my guide,

Lost the ones who made me cry,

But nothing’s stopping me from reaching for the light.

Nineteen years old, cancer took nanny away,

An uncle with a bottle, fading day by day.

Kicked out with no warning, nowhere to belong,

Still, I found a way to write my own song.

I’ve been thrown, I’ve been torn,

But even in the fall, I was reborn.

The Lord pulled me far from the dark,

Even when the landing left its mark.

I am still standing, I am still breathing,

Through every loss, through all the bleeding.

I lost my love, lost my guide,

Lost the ones who made me cry,

But nothing’s stopping me from reaching for the light.

To my sister- I’m sorry for the silence,

It was the price to escape the violence.

To my father- I pray you break the chain,

Before it drags you to the grave in pain.

To my mother- I know we lost time,

But I’m grateful you still try.

I plead for more, I pray for peace,

For a love that won’t feel out of reach.

And even when the coward whispers, “You won’t make it through,”

I know the Lord’s light is the only truth.

I am still standing.

And I will keep climbing.

Nothing’s stopping me.