The storm has passed and skies are clear
Returning to me are the ones I hold dear
Through hell I walked , a desolate land
Clawing and digging through gravel and sand
tear stained eyes and shaking hands
Weary and weak a familiar face I did seek
No beacon, no light
I began to fight
Lessons learned through bad decisions
Cutting and slicing with a surgeon like precision
Pride and ego stripped with every step
Landing on hells floor Where I had once wept
Reaching for God, I cried out-loud
I was humble and I was loud
Feeling Angels touch my skin
Hearing a still voice from within
Guiding me onward while holding my hand’s
Carrying my body when I could no longer stand
This was my battle and I was wagging war
A fire was built and burning in my core
Demons and shadows alike
Arm yourselves, prepare for a fight
My life is mine not yours to bend
Back to hell is where you will descend
