Cmac1967

Torment

Here\'s the story of my old life,
The one I lived on the edge of a knife

All the pain and all that sorrow,
from those I loved, I had to borrow.

It was my nectar, the liquid gold,
But to stop was never \"or so I was told\".

Those awful memories of those dark places,
But Mr Grant always brought new faces.

But those days are gone and all the pain,
Thank god I\'ve stepped off that train.

You ask, what\'s the key to this new sight,
Well maybe finally ... I\'ve seen the light!!