Overdose

He buys his drugs just to get high Never thinkiing he might die. He pays his money takes the dope; He still believes--this is his hope. He's nineteen, he's really just a boy He buys his drugs, searches for joy. He lies motionless in a hospital bed He's all hooked up; his brain is dead. He stops breathing, his fight is done The angels take his spirit home. Now it's you, strolling down the street It's your drug dealer you hope to meet. Ask yourself before you get high-- Could this be your night to die? Kids are dying, left and right Overdose the conmmon plight. Your dealer's the devil, he don't care When you lay dying, he ain't there. Dec 16/17 D H Loewen