I Submit

I watch these four walls close in,
Slowly losing touch with my kin.
No more friends valiantly by me.
Feeling the cold grip of sobriety.
I submit, I submit.
Oh god, I need you more than ever,
As I go on this clean endeavour.
Though you are gone away to heal,
Battle wounds from a war more real.
I submit, I submit.
Brother, you are closest to my heart.
I feared as you fought by ramparts.
Sent away so you can clear your head.
Now I feel, some parts of you are dead.
I submit, I submit.