30 days then 30 more
that’s all you get
not one day more
90 nights in 90 days
all you need to change your ways
I share my story
with those who care
those that listen
and those that dare
I say the prayer
I'll hold your hand
I close my eyes, God are you there?
God help me, are you there?
I’m 52 this year
52
But inside I’m still that little boy
the one who is scared
the one who is scarred
the one that wants to be free
to sing and create
and not worry
about what he cannot see
of what they say
and how they hurt
I’m still that little boy who wants
to be accepted
who still walks funny and is awkward
sometimes
On the outside though
I am a man
with lives
that are held up by what I do
and how I respond
that need me to be strong
so I **** it up
and wipe the wetness from my face
step into my boots and off I race
I had my 30 days
then I got 30 more
Today I am clean 348 days
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
What kind of man
What kind of man am I?
Sits on his hands and watches
The world go by
That stares at the sky
Never bothers asking why
Who listens to fools
And hurts those he schools
And makes his own rules
Who leaves when he wants
And loves when he can
That works when he should
And plays as he would
He stays if he was
And prays just because
He's sad don't you know
And mad you should go
And proud as a man
Cause men will be men
What kind of man
What kind of man am I?
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 2:41 PM UTC