This old man weathered and worn

my life consumed by heroin's scorn.

For thirty years living in chains

caught up in a cycle of pleasure and pain.

My days were filled with needles and pills

searching for a high a momentary thrill.

But deep down I knew it wasn't right

now my soul is weary, weary of the fight.

 

One day, I may find the strength within

to break free from heroin, beating deaths grin.

I must take a leap, a leap of faith,

leaving behind this addiction and the life of a wraith.

 

I've faced demons before, now I must take it head on

fighting through the cravings, one by one.

Every day I must get a little stronger

lifting my spirits, without drugs any longer.

 

Thirty years lost to the drug's embrace

I must stand tall and find the good Lord's grace.

Where I'm no longer shackled by heroin's hold

I must find my freedom, success story yet untold.

 

Now as an old man wise and free,

my journey a lesson for those to see.

No matter how deep the pit may seem

there's always a way to ...

"break free from the dream"

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-Peter