I Used To Have
I used to have a reason
to get up and fight for truth.
I used to have light in my eyes
to know I’d be with you.
I used to have a lot of things
but now all that I do -
is sit here alone, remembering home,
wishing I’d been true.
I used to have a family.
I used to have a home.
I used to have friends,
things I could call wins.
A foundation made of stone.
I used to think I’d always have
the things I held on to,
but I lost and they’re gone,
so I sit here alone...
wishing that I’d been true.
