When I take a walk back down
memory lane.
I think about all the things that
I did that were so insane.

I can hear keys clinging when the
the guards locked my cell.
Teardrops conquering in my head
when I didn't get any mail.

Marathons of drug use without an
extra moment to spare.
I see my kid being aborted by a mother
who just didn't care.

How and why God spared me to
be living today.
I guess it's to help somebody else
who can't find their way.

If that's the reason then I really don't
have anything to regret.
I travel back down these lost roads
because I don't want to forget.

Forgiveness I seek from God because
of the things I didn't understand.
He's giving me another chance to be
a completely different kind of man.