imprisoned but set free
trapped, no where to turn
the voices in my head tell me to run
escape the hell that is this place
take your life and feel at peace
i have finally hit
rock botton is the place i lie
with closed eyes
darkness was all i saw
someone must of heard my cries
they probably watched me fall
the scars on my arms
remind me to give thanks
to praise the one
who was there all along
i opened my eyes and saw the light
i gave thanks to the one who helped me fight
the one who paid the price
so thank you Christ
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