Some Time Ago

It Happened Quite Some Time Ago, this Story I'm about to Tell, Way Back a Long Time Ago, When I Lived in the Depths of Hell. I Drank Potions and Elixirs of Death, for Life I Had No Care. I Lived for the Ultimate High, My Soul Icy Cold and Bare. There Was No One I Knew to Care. I Was Aimlessly Drifting Through Life, and Caring for Nothing at All, When I Was Stabbed by a Knife. It Was the Knife of Desperation, the Loneliness Too Much to Bear. That Was the Day I Walked out of Hell and I Fell on My Knees in Prayer. It All Happened Sometime Back, My Troubles Blew Away like the Sand. I Got up off My Knees That Day, With the Help of a Nail Scarred Hand. Connie Moore May 4, 1997