When I was younger
Life was fun.
As I went deeper
An addict I become.
First near death experience
Healed at the root.
Foolishly promised
Never again shoot.
Temptation surrounded me
I had a fling
Heroine returned
But not my sin.
Snort, smoke, anything else
Keeping my promise
Not adding offence.
Then one day I just forgot
Mixed up a hit
And had a shot.
Couldn\'t revive me
The ambulance sped
But on arrival
Pronounced me dead.
A slow ride to the hospital
When to their surprise
The corpse that was me
Opened his eyes!
First thought: My vow to God. He had saved me again, why this little sod?
When the heart is swept and garnished
And left unguarded
The demon returns with seven of his mates
Leaving the man in a much worst state.
This is my testimony
I know the scriptures are true.
For another seven years Addiction did I do.
Seven years filled with shame.
Then gently this time he bought me back again.
First time I opened the book
You may know the part
Where one says \"rip it out.\"
The other says \"let me tend it and water it, give it some time.
If it bears fruit it can be part of the vine.\"
I understand the consequences
He had given his all.
And chose to forgive me
Even though I had nailed him, once again, to the wall.
I can never go backwards
His life is my plea.
But this much I\'ll tell you-
No more vows from me.