I was broken and battered and bruised;
I was running in circles confused;
I was thinking it’s all just a ruse,
numbing pain with drugs and booze.
I was broken and battered and bruised,
even thinking it’s time for a noose,
often claiming there’s nothing to lose
with dark voices compelling to choose.
Then dark clouds covered the sun,
I lost my will to have fun.
Looking back at all I had done
felt there was nowhere left to run.
Then the rains came from skies-
washed away all my disguise-
cleansing all of my lies-
and I opened my eyes.
A splinter of sun touched my face,
I knelt on my path in this race,
decided was time to embrace
Great Spirit’s unending grace.
I may be broken and battered and bruised
but I still have time to choose,
sing to me you are my muse
these are the words I will choose:
Today my path is new,
I’m gonna come out of the blue,
see colors of different hue,
exploding as I walk with you.
I am healed I am helped I am held,
my spirit is yours to weld;
done sticking with my old form,
you’ve carried me through the storm.
On this day I am reborn,
you’ve carried me through the storm,
I am no longer torn.