By Roy Mccready
Skeptical of my being I stand confronting fear
As age old memories decline to surrender to yesteryear
Crawling through the voids to the grey lands of my mind
Rivers of resentment leaves discarded emotions behind
Our deeds are cursed with affliction
When riding upon the back of solitude and addiction
Turning to mother nature where answers lay in store
I held one up high lady destiny picked a drunken man up from the floor
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