Alcoholic Atheist by Josh Klein

Chasing the bottle morning or night.
Engulfed by flames of uncertainty.
Just a walk on attempting to earn a scholarship.
Naively immature, hiding my faults.
Chasing the edge became a ledge.
Welcome to hell, no more gimmicks to sell.
Accept the pain instead of being vain.
Build momentum to climb out of poverty.
A new found faith as time passed by.
Past mistakes were micro tastes of the stake.