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.

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