Through Their Eyes
Through the bottom of a glass I see
the world looking so Rosie
just one for the road I say
just one more whiskey
her baby gives her a smile
how lucky is she to be alive
one more cuddle she says
then off to see her little sister
Where's the car lock I cant see
the radio's singing to me
I hit the road full speed ahead
I didn't see her, and now she's dead !
comp entry 10/08/2016
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2016
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