Dimly Lit Street

He walks down The dimly lit street of drug use His body and mind Take abuse Somewhere his mother waits Eyes turned inward Pain never abates How could this happen to me? What is it that I don't see?? This is my baby Born innocent and pure... Who stole him from me? Will this horror long endure? How do I reach out? What to say? How much pain, must I pay? God, give me strength, God, give me hope, God help my child, Be weaned from dope. I'll pay whatever price you ask, If you help me, with this task... Take my soul, Return him his Let his life return to its proper path, I will bear any wrath This is all I ask of you Please show me dear Lord, what I need to do.