The Way I Was

when i think back to the way i was when nothing mattered i was so care free you called me from the pit of insanity a hell i built to keep out the family when the prison walls are the ones i built layers of guilt, mortar of impossibilities i'm in my own war behind closed doors nothing seems to matter much to me finding peace so far away not even a piece the war still rages from the east to the west taking no prisoners in my domestic race forget everything and run is usually the case but you strolled into my life bright as the noon sun over looked all my sin for it was paid before i begun washed this wretched soul to be white as the fallen snow the path narrow , you pointed the way i should go