Zip Tied To The High Tide

There's a foot that leads
But I can't follow
'Cause times like these
Are hard to swallow

Hands and knees are
Raw and sore
From being knocked
By open doors

Eyes can't focus
Both are blind
Hanging on an
Open mind

Black and bruised
Inside the head
Wishing I was
More than dead

Learning to
Accept this life
Through peace and love
And all that's right.