A small hand appears
And gives me a way to end misery
The white powder tastes good
As it burns on the way down my soul

Sweat pours out
My hand clenches the small bottle
My body cries
For more of this magical powder

But through my blindness
I see lips moving in concern
Can I stay this high, they ask,
When my world begins to fall?

I realize now
There's power in that powder
That's destroying my spirit within
A power strong enough to win

A power in that bottle
That lets go of false fantasies
A power in what I do
Opens my eyes to the unshaken life