From the Bottom Up

To the bottom they say a drunk must fall
or an addict at the end of his rope
to realize the damage caused by too much self indulgence;
Too many nights and too many days
caught up in killing the pain
of living every day with issues
heart ache and trying to stay sane
In a world gone mad.

Bouncing back from the bottom
is where I see things
I'm stuck in a battle
But not sticking needles in my veins
or stuck in a bottle;
I'm just a man whom someone lost their faith in
and I'm trying so hard to regain some sense of self respect.

But it seems I'm all out of second chances
and it has started to rain again
In spite of all the midnight cries for help
the prayers and chains of guilt like Marley's ghost
Condemned to roam the earth warning the living
not to complain of every penny spent on good deeds
or every dollar given in vain
To bring about a little happiness
Instead of profit and gain
for the good for goodness sake
and only heaven can count the cost
above any man's balance sheet of sin.

God knows today
I'm working from the bottom up
because their is no lower I can go
where light above will show. Amen