“Come sit in this chapel and let tears fall like rain”

"I used to come into the chapel, and sit in the end seat on the third row, and just cry and pray. I could see where yesterday's tears had dried on the floor beneath my chair. Meanwhile my wife is in Georgia, alone on her birthday… I didn't know how I could stay here for the year, but I knew I had to. One day I wrote this poem⠀ ⠀ I can't seem to remember⠀ My very first step⠀ For what lays before me⠀ There's no way I can prep⠀ ⠀ The path of addiction⠀ So dark and so bleak⠀ My body is broken⠀ My soul is so weak⠀ ⠀ Iv'e danced with the devil⠀ Now it's time to come home⠀ Forget what he told you⠀ It hurts to be alone⠀ ⠀ The floor of this chapel⠀ Has been painted with tears⠀ Of brothers in the struggle⠀ Letting go of their fears⠀ ⠀ Put down the guilt⠀ Let go of the pain⠀ Come sit in this chapel⠀ And let tears fall like rain."

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