Traumatic existence
Echoing night terrors.
Living on a tight rope.
Twisted memories.
Triggers push me over the edge.
I’m in chaotic recovery.
Hear my cries [inaudible],
Someone pray for me
For I can barely pray for myself.
I’m trying to understand the shock.
I’m searching for calm waters,
Soothing harmony,
Hope in this dark world.
Carry my soul to the Promised Land
Instead of my traumatic existence.
These commentaries are recorded by Prison Radio.
