Recovery's Fading Ray

Shackled with fear, and bound in pain Day In, Day out, every day the same Fighting an internal war, with an external force Allowing the devil, freedom, to blindly plot my course His voice in my head urges me through Even knowing his words are far from true Fear feeling anything, lest feeling the worst Continue walking, knowing my paths already cursed Further and further removed from my true self As I've give up it all, from love to my health Blindly believing a drug could heal my soul Knowing no substance, could truly fill its hole For once, I can say, that I somewhat see the light A glimpse of the good, a glimpse of what is right I must grab on dearly, exerting all my might If I lose my grip again, I may never win this fight