Number 7

Written by: Richard Tarr

I wish i had a happpy story to tell
but for me life's twist's and turn's
left me doing back flips now my sense
of right and wrong is clouded by
all  this brown liquor the thrist was
created from old emotional battles
of my past but who knows for tomorrow
may never come so I'm gonna drink 
away all my sorrow until my eyes 
see no more