An Old Friend


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Posted by Tomm Q. on February 08, 1999 at 10:12:31:


I saw him one day sitting there all alone
An old friend of mine through the years I had known

I recall how his problems would make him depressed
And when he drank or took drugs to deal with the stress

He soon found addiction was just waiting there
Giving him the impression nobody else cared

The ones he loved could no longer depend
And he soon found addiction was his only friend

The life he was leading would soon take its toll
Weakening spirit, his mind, and his soul

From days in rehabs to his days in a cell
He’d come to realize he had built his own hell

The day that he fell he wanted life over
Not sure if he knew how to live his life sober

He walked into rehab again he would try
But this time he knew that it was do or die

His trials were hard but he started to win
And began to put God where addiction had been

The relapses were many but in time they were few
And in time the cravings weren’t the same he once knew

Today he’s doing well and his life is on track
The loved one he lost he found he got back

Today he prays often and has found a new way
To deal with the problems he finds day-to-day

Today we’re good friends, which is how it should be
‘Cause this old friend I lost - you see had been me



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