I sorely perceived
my past miss deeds
unsteadily I crawled
up off of bent knees
the road was hard
gravity strong
pulling me down
where I believed
I belonged

addictions still lingers
truth’s a higher place
living the victim role
is a detour to grace
the shadow of death
beckon the weak
life is to treacherous
go back to sleep

I’ve come to far
to throw in the towel
I’ll get this right
and help you tomorrow!