Years go by, the guilt gives way
With every passing, painful day.
Memories won't disappear,
But now have learned to walk through fear.

Visions haunt with pictures old,
Mindful of the story told.
Cinematic in it's form,
But now it's old and weary, worn.

No longer does it stain my face,
No tears will run their secret race.
Thinking back, the night so long,
It only serves to make me strong.

Only one was wrong that night,
Only one who gave me fright.
The only coward there was he,
I'm sure, now, has no thoughts of me.

Familiar face amongst the crowd,
Warnings clear, concise, and loud;
Don't take time to look at him,
You'll hurt again, and then he'd win.

Breathing deep and head held high,
My gaze rests there to meet his eye.
No recognition, guilt, remorse,
His life, it seems, just runs its course.

Stood there, staring, seeing strife,
No trace is there, it seems, of life.
No joy is there inside his eyes,
A souless life therein, it lies.

Reaching home and feeling proud,
I stared it in the face, allowed
To put them past, the hurt, the wrongs,
That night is now where it belongs.

Standing there, reflection calm,
I know it now; there's no more harm.
Looking in my eyes, I see
It's over now, I'm finally free.