TITLE: Drugs Instead Of Hugs By David Pekrul 10/25/07 |
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I dream about a better day,
And wish my fears would pass,
And I could live in perfect peace,
And then look back and laugh.
Instead, I live with doubt and pain,
And worry every day,
That I will never know the joy,
Of those who laugh and play.
I'll never know what it is like,
To have a quiet life,
To have some friends who care for me,
Or have a loving wife.
For just a few short years ago,
I started taking drugs,
To make up for the many times,
My folks refused my hugs.
I never felt their love at home,
They didn't even try,
To show a little tenderness,
So now I'm getting high.
I find it's getting hard to think,
My mind is in a fog,
I cannot walk, I'm falling down,
And lie here like a log.
I cannot speak without a slur,
I cannot move about,
I've lost the faith I had in God,
And left with all these doubts.
Whatever happened to the boy,
Who had so many dreams?
Now all I have is hopelessness,
And nightmares, so extreme.
I lay here in this gutter, as
I watch my flame go dim,
And hum the tune, "Amazing Grace",
And wonder where it's been.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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