Not more than three short years ago
I was abandoned and alone
Without a penny to my name
So very young and so afraid
No proper shoes upon my feet
Sometimes I couldn't even eat
I often cried myself to sleep
But still I had to keep on going
Never knowing if I could take it
If I would make it through the night
I held on to my faith
I struggled and I prayed
And now I've found my way
I was SO close to going last year but something came up and I couldn't. I'm planning Beacon though. Pray it happens and I don't decide to go on a random third-world holiday instead.
