Step 3: Giving My Will Over
I have created misery and pain, from which I only have myself to blame.
Injecting the drugs planted demon seeds to Bud deep inside my brain.
This life of Sorrow for every tomorrow is of my own creation,
so what I’m about to say took much contemplation.
there is one way out to contain the spout of my odd behavior.
That is the one I call God, energy, source or creator.
Finally I have hope that helps me to cope with a past life of what I’ve known.
This may sound corny or cheesy but this faith has helped me to grow.
This is a contract explaining what I must do to have a better now and later.
I must give my life over to something I understand to be my Savior.