Tales of the Needle

Hey there momma
I know you brought me life
You brought me such a high time
You brought me grief and strife

Hey there momma
You know I’m feeling low
You promised me the sunshine
But your colder than the snow

You promised me great company
But that was yesterday
Now I lay here all alone
A broken jar of clay

Hey there momma
Can you see me as I cry
My tortured mind is screaming
It’s time for me to die

Hey there momma
I followed where you led
Now I wrestle every moment
With the demons in my head

Hey there Father
Hear me as I plea
Please forgive this sinful man
Come and rescue me

Hey there Father
I pray You’ll set me free
The needle and the powder
Were not Your plan for me

Copyright © 2015 John McGlynn

Dedicated to those trapped in the torture

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