"You Have to Ask"

"A shuttle to the grave,
was my final task.
As I readied for my mission,
I securely fastened,
my mask,
that I wore for,
what the Devil asked,
to separate me,
from society,
to throw,
the old me away,
no matter what,
he tried to say.

The shuttle was made of drugs,
to poison the soul,
to kill the man,
slowly with immoral attrition,
I collapsed to the lowest condition.

A ghost all spentup walking.
I let the drugs,
do the talking,
for all I wanted,
in my grieveous haunting,
was to die,
and let the drugs,
stretch out that goodbye,
and in some moments,
of clarity,
where Jesus sat crying,
right beside me,
I tried in vain,
to take off that mask,
but my pain,
and it's sin,
had fastened it fast,
as I couldn't let,
the past be the past,
but I set,
all that aside,
before the old Fonda died,
and I opened,
my arms up wide,
to The Spirit,
in me,
of Jesus,
that so had,
set me free.

Now I say goodbye,
to my goodbye,
and the shuttle,
that darkened my sky,
and that mask,
that was fastened fast,
and if you want,
help too from Jesus,
all you have to do,
is ask!"