Day #3

Its that time of the year again, when streets are glittering, people are celebrating
There is life, there is love, disguises are few and warmth abrew
I sit by the ledge overlooking all of this, a thought crosses my mind
Is it my time now, can i celebrate too...
Can I share the love again, can I spread the warmth too...
They called me the phoenix, I was expected to rise,
Little did they know the ashes that I had become,
Had no soul left in me today..
15  years waiting for sunshine, waiting for a smile on my son's face,
A hug from my wife, to look into the eyes of people without guilt,
I wanna walk free now,  is it yet my time to celebrate?
Have I not given up a lot already?
Is it still not good enough?
Why is there a need to brand me?
Am I a lesser human?
I refuse to submit in
I refuse to give up
I will walk free, my head held high
Yes, I Will...