Sobriety

Sobriety. Sobriety is the song I sing Away from all their life's sting For I detest surrounded minds Hate their witnessed shame Acting as though they are lame Sobriety is the whistle I blow, To cool their inebriated thoughts, Whether fast or just slow I teach them the right path to crawl, So to avoid the brawl Sobriety is the story I tell, Scalpel in hand below the light above, To the coated who wish to serve, And not their steadiness to sell, If they need to go deep and safely out Sobriety is the letter I write, To the young and blind, Before their eyes they do unfold, to see what waits ahead, Lest their future they grind Sobriety is the air I breath, Into the nostrils of they They who know not the way, Who had lost but the brightness of their day Who had nothing to say