• anunknownwriter 5w

    Looking back
    like Lotts wife

    Had me stuck
    holding a salt knife

    In today's terms
    that's the meth life

    Looking back is
    right's onto left's

    Looking forward is
    lives out of death

    Summer's dazed in
    ice shelves hazed

    Broken hearts no
    drug ever replaced

    Broken souls married
    Lotts salt of a mate

    Thank you God for my
    shitty soul you saved

    From the Son you
    reluctantly gave

    Who shines brightest on
    our darkest fueled days

    Jesus Christ saves
    with gifts of grace