Over the hills far, far away
I used to drink there everyday
What was I thinking
was I out of control
was God with me
I don't know
I made some friends
I made some foes
was God with me
I don't know
Each day was its own story
Some good, Some bad
Some people laughed
Some got mad
Was it worth it to put on my show
Was God with me
I don't know
I survived somehow
My sanity intact
Maybe not
because I'm going back
Now I ask myself
where was God
Was he with me
Was he gone
I believe he was
I really do
because I'm here, Alive
Writing to YOU!
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