Escape

I've allowed my dreams to be shattered
all my hopes are mostly tattered.

My future appears oh so bleak
because the dope has made me weak.

Meth has convinced me this is the way
I continue the motions day after day.

My family begs me to just say no
but this is the only life I know.

So the vicious cycle never ends
straight to Hell – no curves – no bends.

I must escape – I must get out
this cannot be what life's about.

Help me please – just grab my hand
show me how to make my stand.

Thank you, friend, for pulling me through
it looks like I have some work to do.

New hopes and dreams must be made
now that my strength is no longer frayed