Grown

I lament the times I spent
trying to mend what God had sent -
His lesson clear, within my ears;
yet in my heart it warped and bent -

I've talked of roads and travels past -
I've talked of love - that didn't last -
My written word upon the page
became my heart upon a stage -

So, knowing now what I have lost
and gaining from each fallen tear
the distant past has strengthened me
and left me here, without a fear -