By Steven Bates 14 June 2023
Damaged goods they called me once
Broken down, a proper dunce
Far from me to argue back
From any insult, curse, attack
My ego was so far below
The depths of which I didn’t know
My pain was real, my hurt intense
My life just didn’t make any sense
Why did I suffer, why was I hurt?
Why did I feel worth so less than dirt?
Why, I wonder, did I proceed
To consider to do the final deed?
Alas, I did, and tried as well
I didn’t care if I arrived in Hell
For Hell to me was living here
I didn’t worry, I didn’t care
But lo, my efforts were in vain
My life was saved by His own deign
He kept me living for me to find
Life’s worth living in soul and mind
He brought me peace to tortured soul
Filled the cracks and made me whole
He showed me love and comfort too
And He can do the same for you.
So do not fret my damaged friend
He’ll be with you to the very end
Don’t give up, like I had tried
For I’d not known peace had I truly died
For now, my soul is Heaven bound
But not till fate has come around
I’ll stay alive till Heaven calls
And pray no harm to you befalls.