Who would have known
I would be long gone,
From where I started.
That when I was 30
I was clean not dirty,
But was headed towards broken hearted.
I discovered not purely by accident
That when I was out of shape mentally bent,
That pain pills cured what ailed me.
That one was really enough
And one was also too much,
But I needed to be set free.
I needed to free from the guilt and shame
From consequences of which I'm soley to blame,
But little did I know where I was headed.
Now all these years and pills later
I hate the game and not the player,
And my future is not nearly as dreaded.
Now the chains of addiction are broken
I want to live my life as a token,
Of my appreciation for that which God has brought.
It feels good to have been set free,
From the bondage of opiate slavery,
It's time for me to give the past not a thought.
that was really really good.
