I’m on my way back
From the land of the black
Broken and bruised
And not feeling so blue
I was left for the dead
But found hope in my heart
Forty-four years it took
To get all these scars
See I’m sick and I’m twisted
I’m nice and I’m mean
Still got this sensitive heart
If you know what I mean

Run away, run away
Was looking for more
Pride got the best of me
Blamed the whole god-damn world
Man I was wrong
What else can I say
Found myself on my knees
And all alone
I just prayed

I wish I could tell you
These places I’ve been
One things for sure
I was engrossed in my sins
I lost my way back
Was alone and so scared
From the blue to the black
I could not get no rest
Like a growing black hole
I was one hell of a mess
Pulling and tugging
So relentlessly judging
My pride is now laughing
So loudly it’s screaming
God see me here bleeding?
The pain is unbearing
Jesus Christ will You help me?
Can’t stand the fear that’s inside me!

And now…

I’m on my way back
From the land of the black
Broken and bruised
And not feeling so blue
I was left for the dead
But found hope in my heart
Forty-four years it took
To get all these scars
See I’m sick and I’m twisted
I’m nice and I’m mean
Still got this sensitive heart
If you know what I mean

©️ 2019 Rocco Joseph Zuardo