Sitting here in silence,
in the `corner of his mind.
Tears always fall like rain,
At times irrational thoughts
bleed red to the floor,
but, he`s been here before.
Always talking to God, looking
for answers, sometimes nowhere
too be found, other times` bits and pieces.
As is said lessons to learn, fore` your gone..
Remember how she use to hold him, day after day,
make him see `he truly was strong' just down
the path he made some crooked turns.
Always more lessons to learn.
When he was to drunk to see,
she wondered why she held on so tightly, so long?
Every-time he fell to the bottle,
inside she thought she'd die...
and holding the phone listening to his words,
till he passed out, from the bottle.
She told him he loved the bottle more than her, he smiled
and yes, agreed he chose.. to get his high--
It took her so long to turn her back, too many
like him before, she tried to save and lost..
How could she leave, when he is telling her,
`Your my Angel, my saving grace`.
Lessons to learn yet.
So, now he drinks all alone in the corner,
silent and still in his mind,
Just lost in the wine.