He found himself on the city streets
On that December night
He was frightened
Alone
Confused
And held his head in fright
He thought about what the doctor said
Standing outside an old stone church
And he prayed
Went outside, knelt at the rail
This is what he'd say
If I make it till tomorrow
I won't hold my head in sorrow
When I come to you and pray
He was afraid to fail
More afraid to succeed
Drawn in by the past's sirens call
He'd fall
And bleed
And hemorrhage deep inside
Where no one else could see
The pain he was in
Get up, fall down
And get lost in a bottle of gin
And he'd say
If I make it till tomorrow
I won't hold my head is sorrow
When I come to you and pray
Cause I've already borrowed much too much time
That's gone to waste
If I make it till tomorrow
And as he walked from the church
He thought he felt a touch
He heard a voice saying walk my path
You'll see
You have a choice
Can you forgive yourself like I've forgiven you
And those who've caused you pain
Take each day for it's own worth
Look at all you have to gain
And this man said to him
If you make it till tomorrow
Don't you hold your head in sorrow
When you come to me and pray
You've already borrowed much too much time
That's gone to waste
If I make it till tomorrow
I will hold my head so high
If I make it till tomorrow
If I make it till tomorrow
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Applause-applause-applause!
Strength and tenderness in your ink!
I salute your brightly lit heart.
WAY to WRITE!
ears/Seattle
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I like it the repetition, the way it flows...good job
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Wow! It's great! I love the repetition of the line
"If I make it till tomorrow"
I'm actually speechless! It's just that good! So deep... I really love it and can't wait to read more of your work... Well done on a brilliant write
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Great touch!
I can relate to the search. So happy to be found!
J.R. O'Neill
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I forgot your applause!
CLAP>CLAP>CLAP...endlessly!
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Oh My God!
Your poem gave me shivers all over and brought tears to my eyes as I read it out loud. Dear Andrew! You have such wonderful gifts - many of us walking wounded share this passion and pain and the long walk of recovery that brings us to the brink again and again. I will watch over you and for you in this group - you are not alone, when HALT stalks you, reach out....One day at a time, Renee -
Aw! Very inspirational... are these lyrics? I could almost see it playing out like a song
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