Ill Stand by you

Ill stand by you, Ill stand by you, wont let nobody hurt you

I shake my head and think of her and how this journey all started. Im traveling on the open road because someone I know told me I should, it would be good for me. I sigh, I do that a lot. I suck in the nicotine from the cigarette I hold. How I love the way it travels through my body, my veins and bloodstream and is able to calm me. I should quit but unlike other things I used to do, its legal, and keeps me sane in this day and moment.

Everybody has a story, a past, a present, and future they one day hope to have. Sometimes when I drive I look to the person right of me, and wonder what their story is. Is there happiness in it? Is their pain and heartache that someone caused them? Have they cried in the last hour thinking about it?

Sometimes I think of my story. Someone once told me, Nothing you tell me, confess to me, will make me love you any less

I have many confessions, I have secrets that creep up on me in my dreams, that want to come to surface and be released, be freed from the demons that shackle them. I am here turning the key to release them to the world, I am here to tell my story, make my move.