Choice

it was all a matter of choice though sometimes i felt forced drawn to my mad addictions by an evil magnetic force like a horse led down to a river that was poisoned and polluted i drank the devils water and my soul became diluted what was clean was made dirty what was pure was made filth slowly drowning in my sorrows and slowly praying for quick death my life became a battlefield, i was my own worst enemy my mind became a prison where convicts don't go free my heart was bound in shackles and my spirit bound in chains i spent the minutes,days,and years in blackened misery but in the depths of darkness i saw a speck of light and soon it started growing giving sight where i was blind finally i made a choice i chose life instead of death Jesus bent those iron bars and gave me holy breath He stripped those shackles off me and the chains fell to the ground He spoke a word and the prison fell with a mighty thunderous sound now i make good choices cause i'm living in the light i walk now in His presence turning wrong into His right