I’ve been through Hell and made it back,
I thought I was done and the devil would attack.
I fought so hard to keep him away,
But when things got hard I’d go back and play.
I didn’t understand that he didn’t want the best,
He just wanted me to use until I laid to rest.
Then one day his wish came true,
I stopped breathing and my lips turned blue.
The devil thought he won and gained another soul,
But he was wrong because my Higher Power was in control.
I got brought back to life and took a deep breath,
Realizing that playing in his den will lead me to death.
And that’s not what I wanted for my family or for me,
So I searched for the road called Recovery.
Now I take things as they come day by day,
Don’t get me wrong the devil still asks me to play.
But when that happens I remember where I’ve been,
And I know I don’t want to go back to the Devil’s Den!