Dry Well of Life

Entangled in misery I was
 Condemned as I still bred frustration
 Worshipped and nursed the suffering
 My conscience all slain
 I found myself making love to the pain

 Final and true was my loss
 and bleak was the sight of salvation
 You helped me to clean all the wounds that I wore
 Through you grew my sense
 To witness life through another lens

 Dug down in my own dirt
 Filled up with my own poison
 Bit by my inner snakes
 Making love to the pain

 Dragged through a storm of misery
 Through you grew my senses
 to witness life through another lens