Walking down the road, burden on my back, Heavy load of memories, heart under attack, Weary mind, teary eyes, I'd been on the run, File full of mistakes, thought my journey was done. (Chorus) One hundred forms of fear, thread through it all, Exhaling, pale but free, I let down my guard's wall, Amongst many, calmly and zany, I stand, Surrendered to the process, no longer in quicksand. Time for change, couldn't keep up the charade, Not cowardice, but unmanageability displayed, Bright-eyed and cheery, they welcomed me in, Reaching for a lifeline, a hand to begin. (Chorus) One hundred forms of fear, thread through it all, Exhaling, pale but free, I let down my guard's wall, Amongst many, calmly and zany, I stand, Surrendered to the process, no longer in quicksand. They spoke of my insanity, lost humanity's trace, Dangling decisions, caught in life's maze, Urging me forward, energy set to surge, Pen to paper, I wrote my recovery dirge. (Chorus) One hundred forms of fear, thread through it all, Exhaling, pale but free, I let down my guard's wall, Amongst many, calmly and zany, I stand, Surrendered to the process, no longer in quicksand. Burning with anger, danger in my veins, Prayer in the middle, where hope remains, Uncovering, discovering, blocks and chunks, I'm one of the drunks, mending my soul's punctures. (Chorus) One hundred forms of fear, thread through it all, Exhaling, pale but free, I let down my guard's wall, Amongst many, calmly and zany, I stand, Surrendered to the process, no longer in quicksand. Listing the harm, ready for amends, Willingness armed, old wounds on the mend, Righting wrongs, building community strong, Throng of voices, redemption's song. (Chorus) One hundred forms of fear, thread through it all, Exhaling, pale but free, I let down my guard's wall, Amongst many, calmly and zany, I stand, Surrendered to the process, no longer in quicksand. Each day begins in prayer, a sacred space, From player to healer, I find my place, Blooming amidst struggle, roots deep and wide, Recovery's canvas, where broken souls collide. (Chorus) One hundred forms of fear, thread through it all, Exhaling, pale but free, I let down my guard's wall, Amongst many, calmly and zany, I stand, Surrendered to the process, no longer in quicksand. (Outro) So let the beat drop, let the truth unfold, Recovery rap, a story retold, From darkness to light, we rise and embrace, In this wondrous space, we find our grace. 🎶🌟 Keep shining, my friend! 🌟🎶
