Independence Day

Uwillingly recalling events past,
my soul trembles as my broken heart shakes.
Rejection's talons once again draw blood
and I hear your voice echoing within.

Standing there, four years ago on this day,
I am no longer existing for me...
it is as if I was buried in those woods,
the ones you threatened me in every day.

Not a soul could find me was your decree,
they wouldn't care to even take a look...
too bad I came looking for you with love.
I guess you'd found her as I saw you two.

My heart was crushed that day in sad defeat.
Am I thankful you couldn't find the gun?
Perhaps someday I will be, don't know when.
See, the fear you planted has grown deep roots.

You offered me a one night (or week) stand,
said if I wanted one you were the man.
Laughter still rings...that was your wedding day.
What would she think should she ever be told?

Thoughts of finding her and telling her now,
well...today would be the most fitting day.
Why not celebrate affairs with this news?
Took some searching but finally I know...

I am better than you and your night stands.
For the first time since you ravaged my soul,
today will be celebration day
and tomorrow you will wake to your self.

Independence Day means more than most know,
it is the day memories are buried...
it is the day souls are reborn in joy...
it is the day your existence faded...