Free the Artist

It's dark in here—
this cave where I will die.
I can hear my mama's voice,
saying, "Son, don't cry."

Yet deeper still I go
despite the warning signs—
without God,
without love,
without light.

The road called to me,
and I would not ever say no.
I had a thousand reasons,
I never took it slow.

I had a daily habit
I had to feed—
it involved a lot of methamphetamine.
Without God,
without love,
without hope.

See, nowadays,
days like those have come to an end;
I can't go on living
caught up in sin.

I was bound by chains,
living as a fiend—
without God,
without love,
without anything.

There's hope in here
that I thought was long gone.
A Father's light fell still down upon me—
it shone.

So I'm crawling out
to find my way home.
Could it be God,
could it be love,
could it be I'm not alone?

I'll slip up now and then,
I'll lose my way,
but there's one thing
that I know for certain when I say:

Now I have God,
Now I have love,
Now I have faith.

~ Written by Christopher C. Lightfoot aka "Foot"

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