Climbing my own mountain I have found a ledge
Care must be taken to stay clear of the edge
As long as I stay on it I know I have relief
It keeps me clear of danger from those rocks beneath
When I first got on it, it wasn’t very high
Life was not so good, in doldrums did I lie
I gave my ledge a name, it was Recovery
It kept me safe and sound, while I stayed gambling free
Now my ledge rose higher, things were not so low
But I must still be careful, to avoid the rocks below
Now my ledge is wider, life’s a lot more easy
But if I look down from the edge, I can still get queasy
Because I can still remember, how hard it was to climb
And when I tell you now, I’m doing it in rhyme
I am quite happy, that I’ll never reach the top
Being on my ledge, I’ll never have to stop
Staying on recovery, I still really know
That I must be aware of those rocks below
Higher, wider on it goes; it is really good
It gives me more than gambling ever really could
We all have a ledge, you can find one too
Come on up and join me, you’ll really like the view