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…Her Only Friend…


Her only friend is a bottle,
On the bottom swirling nectar,
It grips her tight, and try as she might,
It will never reject her.
She's on a roller-coaster just now,
And nearing to the end,
Pain is all she knows,
And alcohol is now her only friend.

The time is nearing for her,
The walls against her back,
The pitfalls of alcoholic poison are plenty,
And she's about to crack!
Locked into her own little world,
Her house like a prison, confined!
She sits with her back to the window,
And pain is all we find.

We try to get her to stop, but alas,
There is no way of doing this,
For there she is, all the time,
In a drunken stupor she is.
And though we call her and shout her name,
Still she looks away,
And now the game of life is nearing the end,
And it's closer every day.

Deep down I know she doesn't want to live;
She's been like this for many a year,
Lost everyone in her life, her husband,
Her kids and those so very dear!
Shunned and pushed aside is she,
By those who are supposed to care,
And alas, her only friend;
Is that glass of poison sitting there.

She won't answer the door or the phone any more;
we see her sitting there,
Hair and clothes covered and soiled,
And she doesn't even care!
We will her to stop, beg her to stop,
But she can't no matter how she tries,
So we watch from a distance, its all we can do,
She refuses to hear our cries.

We called the police; got the ambulance,
Tried to stop her with the drink!
But it didn't work, nothing helps,
She's so sad and on the brink!
So scared is she, so sad is she,
So hard a life she has to bear,
She knows she's loved by all her friends,
But she doesn't even care.

Because she's too far gone to think,
And too far gone to try,
And so she sits alone drunk every day,
Waiting simply; to die.
It's murder seeing her like this;
And we know it's only a matter of time,
Is she bad, is she nasty, and is she evil?
No, its alcohol; her only crime.

What can we do, what can I do?  
Tell me, because I'd like to know!
What to do to help, to stop her drinking,
Because we don't want her to go!!
But deep down mostly, I know this is true,
She no longer wants to live,
Because the poison nectar won't reject her,
She feels she's nothing left to give!

So we sit waiting for a word,
On how things are for her each day,
And no matter how and no matter when,
She just doesn't want to stay!
There is poison in her glass,
The swirling liquid tastes like nectar,
It's all consuming, destroying her,
Because it just won't reject her!

The outcome for her,
Well we know what the outcome will be;
Her time is looming, her time is nigh,
She simply wants to be set free.
There is poison in her glass,
The swirling liquid binds her tight,
And so she sits in a darkened room,
Unaware of her saddened plight.





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