sitting in rehab bored as hell.
I ain't go lie it feels like jail.
Only difference is I ain't in a cell.
Thinking about what brought me here.
Oh,I know, I was tired of shedding those tears.
Thinking about all those years.
I wasted on drinking and getting high.
Leaving my kids with my parents to raise,
That shit hurts I ain't go lie.
Late at night starring at the sky.
Asking the Lord, why Lord why
Do I have to cry?
Knowing I'm not supposed to question him.
Especially living in this world of sin.
So I continue on to pray and pray
As the days go by
And ask the lord to give me strength
So I won't cry.

Written by Lamonica Justine Charles

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