Passers of Pain
They are everywhere, these passers of pain;
you think they are your friend, but money is their game.
Little by little they ease themselves in, and always
bring misery, time and again.
They prey on the weak, they know the ones;
our fathers, mothers, daughters, and sons.
They are not concerned about anything, just the
money they get, for the misery they bring.
When you are hooked, "oh" they can tell, these friends
of misery, will land you in jail.
Take a long look at where you have been;
nothing accomposished since you welcomed misery in.
Your family has now become your biggest enemy;
that's what they tell you, your friends of misery.
If you think for one minute that no one knows, just
look in the mirror at how misery shows.
You are the one that has to change; no one can do it for
you, and you have everything to gain.
We all have choices we make everyday; the good and evil
that comes our way.
Get help, get clean, then get on with your life;
remember, read your bible, God is on your side.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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