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
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