"My Fantasy (Just for Me)"

"This one here,
this one's for me,
so I can see,
what my life choices,
drove me to be.

Raw,
fresh with this feeling,
I grab hold my chest,
as my heart is laid bare,
thawed,
finally.

I sense this inner writing,
and God,
have brought about a great change.
A mountain moved,
so much more freedom,
than I can ever remember.

What was it like to climb trees?
Run,
silent foot falls,
as the branches lifted me up,
and carried me off,
far, far,
away from here...

Peter Pan was so inviting,
but the Peter Pan I tried to become,
just used a lot of drugs,
was quite violent,
and became so numb.

The good in My Fantasy,
got ripped out of the pages,
and it's been that way,
for God knows the ages,
and a ink stained war,
for a time,
kept my soul,
away from the sunshine.

I desired not to give,
or even so much,
as to live.
Every day a struggle,
to not say goodbye,
much less,
lift a finger,
to ever try.

So here is a story,
of a broken boy,
that was,
a marionette,
to the devil's ploy.
A toy to him,
that while on drugs or angry,
puppeted toward his whims.

Forget all that!

This a story,
of a struggle to salvation,
for The Lord,
taught me how to swim!
Now I walk,
on a path,
that will one day,
lead straight to Him.

Tonight,
oh tonight,
the water's quite deep,
but,
we are only as sick as our secrets,
so Lord let my life be an open book.
If any of you get interested,
come take a look.

I'm ready,
slightly nervous,
to step out,
into Everyone's Perspective,
Our Shared Light,
because I know,
I amount to something,
not quite sure how much,
and really what's the rush?
I'll eventually see,
because I finally know,
what it's like to be free,
and now I am doing it,
just for me!"