I had a friend who turned it around
When his world had hit the ground!
Where hope and salvation could not be found
Self ridicule was the only sound!
His name was covered in mud
A broken soul, drenched in blood
A world of darkness everyday
Every sign said ‘No Way!'
Where cravings were a gravity of need
Served only to feed!
Yet from this world of despair
He wiped his eyes to clearly stare
He knew a stained name doesn't stay
That the soul isn't a debt in need to pay
And troubles then, are not troubles now
With hope comes inner power
The feel of stability on the path of sand
Upon the glorious countryside of England!
As individual as the British Pound
My friend, that turned it around!