In the abyss I look, I see a picture of myself,

Torn in the past, all stitched up now,

Wounds are healing, slow and all,

But good times are what I fear,

Will they last? Will they all be real?

I am plain happy now, on the edge at times,

But thanks for what is all that I have now,

Please it last for a while, I have never been used it before,

And I ll offer a prayer and say thanks.