The Breakthrough

I was young, stupid, and depressed,

Had not a clue if I could fix my own mess,

I tried and I tried yet still as lost as a ballon that slips from a childs hand,

Until one night until I was saved by THE MAN,

It was on this night where I wept and cried,

Then I began to feel joy and I came alive,

For the first time in a while I felt I had a purpose,

To be a light for those who were in the dark and hurting,

Finally I am here standing before you,

Telling you that there is a way; because it is called a breakthrough