(one more from under the troll bridge  )
I have some regrets from my younger days
where I was lost, caught up in wicked ways
I was wandering the streets of bleakness
where to show emotions a sign of weakness
to be a man had to be tough, had to fight
living in the shadows hiding from the light
corners and alleys, embracing the darkness
losing my sight in self imposed blindness
kept wrapping dark around me like a cloak
drowning in one more drank one more toke
don't know if more afraid of living or dying
I wouldn't admit it but inside I was crying
turning into a tangled web with no escape
only way out was to claw and to scrape
I was lucky, and with God's good grace
I lived long enough to end this disgrace
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