by Will Emaus

Created on: November 09, 2009

You were one of my first great passions.

Now I spend most of my time avoiding you.

I don't want to remember.

You remind me of hate. You remind me of hurt.

It took 20 years to see why you meant so much to me.

And yet sometimes, I remember you anyways.

Sometimes I have a bad day. Sometimes I need your fuel.

Sometimes I just want to feel young again.

Sometimes I think I'm losing...and need to find a way to win.

I believed in you. I believed you could pull me out of a nightmare that was my youth.

I believed you were my friend when no one else was.

You were with me during the darkest times of my life.

You told a loser he could win. You never said how.

I figured it out though. It was the passion. It was the energy. It was the fight and the struggle.

You helped me to win, even though I hate you now.

Thank you Hard Rock...

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