When i look into the pouring rain,
it brings up thoughts of life with pain....

From my years of fears,
I have countless tears....

From the times I used,
is my life which i abused...

To the needle and spoon....
To the pipe of delight....

To a nod during the day....
To a tweak at night.....

To break that fight,
is now in sight.....

A life without dope,
is what I hope....

I am have now been clean,
for two plus years....

Which once was a dream,
Was to live my life clean....

Dreams do come true,
it is my given fact....

A life without drugs,
is where I'm at....