Pills Made Me Ill
Doctors filled me with pills,
That made me Ill,
Baclofin put thoughts in my head,
That I’d be better off dead,
Alcohol made me feel no one cared at all,
Driving to the dock I had no plans to stop,
They would have found me drowned at the bottom of the lake,
Make no mistake my life I was ready to take,
But then god’s voice told me I had another choice.
Today I Rejoice in my second choice,
Today I’m a writer,
I never felt lighter,
No more pills to make me ill.