Journey The addiction I bare is the death of my dreams, My journey began the day I was born, The journey is the strengthen in my heart, This journey won't end till death do us part. I've killed my addiction the journey has changed, The mystery of fear is becoming so clear My travelling companions are courage and hope with one on each side I can certainly float. To this with my heart, i share love and my soul. So take my hand if you want to follow The path maybe wearisome, long and confused But we will survive because we are survivors Confusion will clear and life will appear beyond the dark and into the light spread your wings and endure the flight I know in my heart this journey is right. ~ Composed by Pacifica June 27, 2004 Back to the Adults Page Home