Hi folks, it's been a while since I've posted anything. I have a new one.
“Holes” is a personal exploration, reflecting on my most inner journey through this life, striving onward and upward with Heaven in mind. This is, by no means, a confession, but it is an admission to the struggles of addiction…. of all kinds.
As always, any and all comments are appreciated, and first impressions are most welcome.
Thanks!
“Holes”
By Tom Tognaci
Ohio’s surely something in the early Autumn rain
There’s a truth in its quiet and beautiful refrain
But as my mind a ‘wanders through the splendor and the grace
There’s another truth, deep inside, I must face
It’s there I stumble and fall
I’m always pulled by the guilt picking at my craw
And to my great shame in it all
Pride digs a hole in me this bottle just can’t fill
And it’s over myself I fall
…. In my own holes
It’s a slow walk to Heaven on the detours that I make
I can’t bear this heavy cross, making the same mistakes
‘Cos no man’s cross is carried when he’s leaning on a crutch
All it ever takes is just one little touch…
And there, I stumble and fall
I’m always pulled by the guilt picking at my craw
And to my great shame in it all
Pride digs a hole in me this bottle just can’t fill
And it’s over myself I fall
…. In my own holes
Oh Lord, how I’ve tried to change from the inside
I take it day by day, but where did all the time go?
Oh, Lord, keep me strong when I cannot go on
I’ve yet to hit the rock that keeps me from that deeper hole
Ohio’s surely something in the early Autumn rain
There’s a truth in its quiet refrain
