In the furthest corners of my mind I find the darkest places
Where my memories reside my worst nightmares have human faces
I can trace my steps to when I use to wait for death
So many nights I lay awake halfway afraid to take a breath
my fear of living stronger than my fear of dying
baby sister needed protection or long ago I would have stopped trying she was five and I see her eyes still when I close mine
in a room divided by a sheet hung from a clothes line
on the other side was mom and pop
a small lamp making their silhouettes dance against the backdrop
a horror scene in a glowing blackness
I see the needle apparatus, the spoon and I smell the burning matches I kept my sister facing me with her back to the madness
And in her stare I know we share the fear, the pain and sadness
Her pupils shaking, her shimmering tears linger
rubbing her head, I move the hair out her face with a gentle finger And I say...
Close your weary eyes and drift away, it’s alright I’ll be here until the break of day brings the light...
So many years have past by and now the day’s arrived
moms is done with the drama and she’s ready to fight to survive
been in and out of rehab but every time
she takes a few steps forward, the devil hits the rewind
back to square one, back to zero
so she’s going cold turkey determined to be her only hero
but a lifetime of drugs is in her bloods base
and once they’re gone it’s starts to rain with pain that breaks the flood gates so she needs a team to hold her down
not just mentally but sometimes actually physically hold her down
to stop her from jumping up out the window
from jumping up out her skin
her screams are reaching a crescendo
her stomach cramps, I rub her belly and back
praying to God like never before, man, please don’t let her soul crack
it’s five in the morning, we’ve been up all night
I hold her tight and tell her, mama, everything’s gonna be alright,
Just...
Close your weary eyes and drift away, it’s alright I’ll be here until the break of day brings the light...