I'm cleaning my heart,
Taking away the dross,
Removing the dregs,
I’m unruffled by my loss,
Sour liquids, I put in kegs.
I'm wiping my slate clean,
I’m taking away the filth,
Even though my present is lean,
Hope is on duty by stealth,
I’m not anymore saddled with humiliation,
I’m not on a ride with frustration,
Better days lie ahead,
Good times is on stead.
In with the old garments,
Out with the new ones,
I baggage the old ones up,
I send them to the trash,
Send me away if you wish,
I’m no more afraid of the dark,
I'll launch out into the deep,
Though the way is steep.
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