'Take My Hand'
Were have I gone.Were have I been.
Why am I surrounded by so much sin.
Stumbling forward and ready to die.
So much pain I begin to cry.
A voice speaks out built to defy.
He changes my mind with a simple reply.
'Take my hand and please come down.'
I smiled and grined at his beautiful frown.
'Daddy I love you and what have I done.
I'm sorry I have been such a bad son.'
Realizing now what I would loose.
I take a step back and put down the booze.
All the hurt and pain had fled.
Looking in his eyes I softly said.
'Daddy was ...