The world was dark, I could not see,
Stumbling over the things before me,
Not able to walk the twisted path,
Or throw off the anger that caused the wrath.

A light that helped me grow,
The light gave me the right way to know
The way to live a fulfilling life,
To get away from the sharpened knife.

The knife of my past was at my back.
It pulled on my rope, leaving no slack.
So I pulled out the sword of future of me
I cut the rope and now I am free.

Camp helped me to see the light,
Helped me turn from wrong to right.
It helped me cut the ties of my past,
And gave me a future I know will last.

-Andrew, A Camper