A slave I became, of the drug nicotine.

In chains of regret, ever since I've been.

Thirty to forty cigarettes a day:

my health and my wealth, I just smoke away.

Some say "use will-power", some say "pray",

but all my endeavours have failed to this day.

Hooked I am, on nicotine:

a love-hate relationship, it would seem.

Rebuked by many about my addiction,

I have this, my very firm conviction:

nicotine, I know, is not good for me,

but only He that made both,

can set me free.

BY J B ELSDEN