alcohol

Written by: Bernard Barclay

woe to the spirit of alcohol 
that twists and turns corrupts your soul
woe to the darkness of your night
with bitter thoughts your mind does fight

woe to the child crying still
that can not hear the words you knew
with twisted thoughts inflicting pain
the child lost your lovers flame

As anger now begins to start
woe to your lost lovers art
whose pain I feel so deep
woe to the silence of the night

as angry words begin to speak
woe to your lost lovers
whose heart has turned to ice
you drank away the love you lost

each bottle has it's deadly cost
you striped the flesh from lovers soul
you empty nests that lovers hold
an empty cage an empty nest