This was sent to me from another A/A community I belong to,  hope it brings some peace to others as it did me.

I feel like a child lost in a crowd,  my mind is spining, I think about leaving,  I think about runnning.  This disease of mine is so very cunning.

It's talking to me,  it's telling me lies, It says it would be ok to say but goodbyes.

But what will I do and what will I say, when i have to admit that I ran away?

I could run back to the drug I thought was my friend, but then I'd be a failure again.

As I sit and I think,  I start to rember, It was said in the rooms that I had to surrender.

So I get on my knees and I pray and pray,  Please dear Lord,  just get me through another day!