Version 2.0

This one’s for my brother Mitch

Been through hell, still standing

Listen close, man, this is yours

You been carrying weight you never packed yourself

Hands still shaking but you showed up anyway

Fifteen an hour felt like gold

Cause honest money hits different when you’ve been low

Lost your footing, lost your voice, lost your calm

But you didn’t lose the part of you that keeps pushing on

You stared the dark down and it blinked first

Cold floors, broken breath, that hospital curse

Still here, still breathing, still saying I choose

That ain’t luck, brother, that’s fight in your bones coming through

This ain’t the end, it’s the burn off

All that poison finally letting go

No baggage now, just scars and truth

More room for love, more room for proof

You ain’t done, you ain’t lost, you ain’t late

You’re becoming who you were meant to be this whole damn way

Version 2.0 rising slow

But he’s solid now, yeah, I already know

Thirty days feels long when you’re raw inside

Anniversaries, birthdays, ghosts riding shotgun in your mind

Heart split open, vows torn thin

Still praying for her even when it cuts your skin

You laugh through the pain cause that’s how you cope

But beneath the jokes is a stubborn kind of hope

Discernment ain’t gone, it was buried alive

Under noise and lies that almost cost you your life

You didn’t fail God, you didn’t quit

You just took the long road back to yourself a bit

This ain’t the end, it’s the burn off

All that poison finally letting go

No baggage now, just scars and truth

More room for love, more room for proof

You ain’t done, you ain’t lost, you ain’t late

You’re becoming who you were meant to be this whole damn way

Version 2.0 rising slow

But he’s solid now, yeah, I already know

Four minutes gone but you came back breathing

Means there’s still work left, still reason

Angels don’t always sing, sometimes they shove

Drag your ass back toward life and love

Less weight now. More heart. Still standing.