The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Drugs & Alcohol

I hear you are so high you're crawling on the floor
Family dreads there may be an unwelcome knock at the door 

The phone call late at night filling our hearts with fear
Answering you brace yourself for what you might hear

Long ago addiction born of ignorance to what drugs could do
If those doctors knew what there drugs have done to you

Now prescription drugs are not enough to keep you high
Alcohol added to the mix and your family's told not to pry

So we pray each day you will have the strength to stop
Our hearts aces for all you've lost to the local pawnshop

We pray you understand your family loves you dearly
Praying the time will come you will see more clearly

We cannot bear to see this happen, as we love you so
Precious one we pray for strength you will come to know

We all hope and pray the day comes you will gain control
Before you no longer wake and death has taken it's toll
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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