In the abyss I look, I see a picture of myself,
Torn in the past, all stitched up now,
Wounds are healing, slow and all,
But good times are what I fear,
Will they last? Will they all be real?
I am plain happy now, on the edge at times,
But thanks for what is all that I have now,
Please it last for a while, I have never been used it before,
And I ll offer a prayer and say thanks.