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I came to you, torn
You mended my soul
My heart had a void
But you filled in that hole

You gave me tools
I need to get by
Without them I know
I surely would die

By the grace of God
I found my way here
I’m no longer alone
Nor do I live in fear

You passed no judgements
But loved me for me
You unlocked the shackles
So I can live free

Now that I’m free
To roam as I please
I know how to fight
This sneaky disease

I must go to meetings
And give people greetings
Wake up everyday and
Indulge in readings

I leave this life
Behind in the dirt
So, beam me up Scotty
Let’s go Captain Kirk