My friends I love you, he said with a smile May
we walk, may we talk, just for a short while A
story I’ll tell you, a story of grief Of
sadness and sorrow, I felt no relief Except
in a bottle and maybe a pill Or
some other drug, drugs that can kill Dead
feelings of love, dead feelings of joy Only
feelings of anger I began to employ ’Til
my life a mere shambles, disease takes its toll Who
is this man wearing my clothes Knowing
not who I am, I came to rest To listen, to learn, learn from the best A summit on high, full of love and devotion A
compassionate family, sharing emotion I’ve
learned from each one, yes, each one a true gem Learning
from all, surrender to win To
stay clean and sober twenty four at a time Live
life to the fullest with each step that I climb As
I walk out these doors, To each one I’ll tell, Thank
you all for deliverance,
Deliverance
from Hell
Brett Martin Smith © 1989
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