White knuckled desert ride

White knuckled on the handlebars, that's how I steered my life. buttoned up in full salute, and ready for a fight. engines revved and speeding through, zipping round the turns and all the towns and people too. I left them bridges burned, till broken back did bend the knee, and on the roadside died laying in a pool of blood. I busted open wide, like the sprout that cracks the seed in the darkness of the dirt. I emerged and surfacing and felt into my hurt all the deeds so dastardly the way I'd been unkind, tore away my former self and stripped it into shreds and performed a surgery and rose me from the dead, drenched me in that holy light, soaked me to the core, opened up my sacred heart and walked me through the doors, gave me new identity in service I find - to give to you's a gift to me, we all grow on this vine step by step I place my foot, care full on the path, and take the road less traveled through, finally free and lost at last.