At a distance our lives were much the same—in this small town place that we call home. Each day was filled with carefree fun—well protected by an unseen dome.
At a distance we partied, lived and laughed—at times quite reckless I would say. The future was still a far off blur—at what would eventually come our way.
At a distance we chose the ones we loved—to share our lives throughout each day. Our families grew as our behaviors did too—though at some point we’d lost our way.
At a distance our lives would slowly crumble— trying to bury the pains from yet our past. When our emotions overwhelmed us—we hid behind a front that would not last.
At a distance we admitted much defeat—our lives became a chaotic mess. It’s then we reached for help instead—and through the fog found others whom we could bless.
At a distance now we stand no more—each path and journey divinely placed. Our lives were once destruction bound—but stronger now in spite of what we’ve faced.
Let’s journey boldly with each new day—a second chance to us be given. To right the wrongs and at peace we’ll be—living joyous, free and forgiven.