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I held on tight through doubting voices, the peace I found can't be conceived
A deadman's hand - two strikes - and snake eyes...Nevertheless, I Still Believed
Locked away for many seasons/a grueling, lonely ten year stretch
Indelible marks of pain and suffering within my soul were deeply etched
Finally home, I walked uprightly, yet, many sorrows would soon arise
Homeless people still slept on subways/the love they lacked seen in their eyes
Pedophiles did things to children, some were N.Y.P. and D
I stayed up nights/my spirit questioned how heinous things like this could be
On Christopher Street, the trannies younger, I could've sworn that one was ten
Right up the block, a boy named Michael, who turned his tricks with older men
The cell phone craze made me disgusted, to be seen their one desire
Branded Hands and Numbered Foreheads...bogged down in New World Order's mire
This country cares for poor Iraqis, for Truth and Freedom our soldiers toil
Patriotism by me regarded, still I know it's about the Oil
So many emotions overwhelmed me...The tears I needed were not supplied
It seemed that life had much more meaning when this man spent years inside
Then my health, which I thought was stable began to slowly fall apart
A blocked valve, my beat irregular...an aneurysm was in my heart
Bypass surgery, a long recovery; I felt defeated down in my core
Yes, there was weakness and thoughts of suicide, because I'd been through this before
Without Faith I cannot please Him/My will to Live replied "agreed"
Severe tests of mind and body...Nevertheless, I Still Believed
