I Still Pray My Soul Will Be Saved

There's a lot of demons that I have to fight;

And everything I try never seems to be right.

If it wasn't for alcohol I'm sure I'd die,

As long as it's made I'll keep gettin' by.

The world I travel in is one that's mean.

I chase the bottle that breaks my dreams.

I didn't run away and addiction took hold,

So now I take each heartache as it unfolds.

I let the Devil get ahold of my soul,

And no one wants me anywhere I'll go.

People avoid me like I am the plague,

But I still pray my soul will be saved.

If I had been strong and asked for help,

I wouldn't be fightin' the devil myself.

If you see me, and I'm lyin' in the street,

You'll be seein' a man who accepted defeat.