a known meeting

Methadone, crack, xanax, a tab
Like an octagon red sign
Stopped me from being a dad

A drink to quench my hurt
My soul gets drowned
Thinking of my selfish smile
My daughter learns to frown

She's learning how to
Read, write, and add
Minus me in her life
Sums up my pain too fast

As her hair grows in length
I shrink
Then crawl
Towards the light out of my reach
So i lean against the wall
Like a crutch to recovery
I lie to myself
But a three foot angel
Will always compell

Me to think different
Focusing on twelve steps
Climbing the highest ladder ever
Without fear or regret

As those green eyes help me fight
I pay attention to this class
I want sobriety with my daughter
And with that i pass