Prodigal Daughter

I thought the grass would be greener,
I thought the thrill would be worth it.
I thought the way I feel, would make it all okay.
I thought, too much.

I've pretended too long,
I've longed too much
I've given up sanity,
I craved the touch

from the first moment I was hooked
till the last night I felt like sin
death creeped in my veins and swallowed me up
thats what it feels like when you give up

I kept telling myself it'd be worth it
and it wasn't even fun
should have stopped before I was addicted
It was too much

now there is pain I cant contain
now there is guilt I cannot erase
now there is hurt that is all on me
now there is life that is in the balance
now there is nothing left to give.


---where do the broken go when they are shattered? where do the shameful go when they are afraid? where do the restless go when they are weak?To the arms of the King, who heals, and saves, and calls us from the grave, who sets the wicked free, and calms the seas. Who has a heart big enough for me!--

Now I am an empty vessel
ready to be filled
longing for hope
I know it wont be easy to rebuild
but slowly I will learn the path
the road, the way...back home