A distant door

A distant door
Wednesday July 11th 2003, Hadsund, Denmark.

Remember how much you drank?
right there when times were tough
You’r voice called constantly out for more
“Escape from life through a distant door!”

The pain inside took me by supprise
the life were paralyticly and I cold as ice
These days I will never forget nor regret
And I thank you Father and you can bet

So secure that this life has left my mind
Running man into You’r light so kind
No worries ‘bout falling off the wagon again
Never wan’t to go back into this life of pain

On the way to a weekend to the so called joy
feels good to be free, wondering how it is to be me?
Five good days in a row and you’re returning boy
, hiding in you’r shelter twenty-four-seven you see?

Remembered how much I drank I do
turning it down and I’m telling you
Choose Life I do respecting an anxiety
afraid of the lie and of what I might gonna be

It feels good to be free

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