A way back,
when I was young
I had a teddy bear
When I was sad,
when I was scared,
he was always there.
He was my friend;
I loved him true—
but who gave up on who?There came a day
as I grew older,
I listened to what others said.
I took their advice
and laid away old Ted.
I'd forgotten
how he comforted me,
how he dried my tears,
how he soothed when I was frightened, and
how he took away my fears.
Now I've grown up
and looked for many ways
to do what my old teddy did.
I tried the drink
to mend myself
and grew ill instead.
There was something wrong
but a caring voice
kept pounding in my head.
I gave up booze
when I grew powerless
over its demon spell.
I knew to drink
just one more time
would blow my world to hell.
I gave up drink
but still I had
an emptiness to fill.
Aha! What's this?
…another teddy
in the form of a pill.
So I took pills
and I smoked pot
but still
there was something wrong
deep inside of me.
I was spiritually sick.
I was forced to seek
a power greater than myself.
See, pills didn't work.
No, neither did booze.
There was something
lacking in my diet.
I prayed for help
and the answer came
in the form of spiritual food.
You can see
as I grew up
and threw teddy by the way,
the things I turned to
as an alternative
nearly cost me my last day.
I sit here
and look back
reviewing my entire life;
I can see, as plain as day
I could not well handle strife.
When things get bad
as they sometimes will
don't do as I've just stated.
Find teddy and remember
how he used to be your friend.
If tears help,
as they always do,
give teddy a hug for that mental fix;
his friendship cannot be jaded! |