Who would love a man who can’t love himself?
Too stuck in his sickness to think of his health.
Too stuck in his ways to ask you for help.
Too busy wasting his pay to think about wealth.
Spending all his days fixing his neck to that belt.
Till the end of those days, no love ever felt.
I lost all hope, feeling like I’d never know why
I crossed that line, turned to dope, but could never die.
I saw the tragedy of the first day I got high.
Now there’s a choice to be made; be a boy or a man.
To lay down to defeat, or to take a new stand.
To be one more lost to the streets, or to trust one more man.
To have the life of my dreams and leave a print in the sand.
If you want a real life and a love that goes deeper than self,
learn to love you, little by little, by taking the Big Book off that shelf.
~ Damien Leach