Words unspoken, Words unread!
Bottom of a bottle
At the bottom of a bottle,
In a life of such despair.
A place where i had no worries,
And I did not need to care.
Stealing from a piggy-bank,
And my wifes brown leather purse.
Blaming our own two children,
That alcohol's a curse.
Sober in the morning light,
Open bottle at my side.
I wake and reach to have a drink,
And resume that magic ride.
Fourteen years as an alchi,
In forty years of pain.
I've thrown away the bottle now,
And I'll try not to drink again!
In a life of such despair.
A place where i had no worries,
And I did not need to care.
Stealing from a piggy-bank,
And my wifes brown leather purse.
Blaming our own two children,
That alcohol's a curse.
Sober in the morning light,
Open bottle at my side.
I wake and reach to have a drink,
And resume that magic ride.
Fourteen years as an alchi,
In forty years of pain.
I've thrown away the bottle now,
And I'll try not to drink again!
