Am I just a traveller on this road called life?
Passing through
Lots to do
No way of knowing how long it will be
Until I arrive,
On my journey of recovery
I will get there. I will get there.

So many yarns to unravel, some untangled
Others to unwind
Be kind
Who will I meet upon the way?
Providing comfort and hope,
On my journey of recovery
I will get there. I will get there.

Restoration of mind, peace in thy heart
My goal
Replenish the soul
Quench the thirst from a fountain of knowledge,
Gained over time from paths not always chosen
On my journey of recovery
I will get there. I will get there.

An inscription has not been moulded
My destination
Or by one’s creation
Do I walk alone or listen quietly in sound?
Graced by the presence of an unseen hand
On my journey of recovery
I will get there. I will get there.

Questions hover on the edge of silence
Should I ask?
Take off the mask
Where is the end from where it began?
Is it when the doves are released,
On my journey of recovery
I will get there. I will get there.

Weary in feet yet my body does go forth
A new sound
Gaining ground
Discover light under the gaze of darkness
A shimmering promise in the mist of the night,
On my journey of recovery
I will get there. I will get there.

A moment will arise when time pauses to hear
A powerful voice

My choice
To change the pace for clock hands to move
When the past leaves the present, with a future so bright
On my journey of recovery
I will get there. I will get there.