A life let down. Time to set down
your haunting little misguide and make it provide.
Damaged and yet priceless, despite not being viceless.

Born of old sin, share with new kin.
Turn pain into beauty and make it your solomn duty
that all your failing sees you now prevailing.

You didn't just suffer, you were growing tougher;
the pain may continue somewhere deep within you,
but always know that, wherever you are at:

It was worth it. It was worth it.
It was worth it. It was worth it.
It was worth it. It was worth it.

Tell me it was worth it.


© Kieran James Bunn