Table of Despair
She sits in the shadows of a place well too known at a table filled with people feeling
all alone. Staring at her empty glass the pain starts to slip away, by glass five she'll
be able to face another day.
She slides her chair away from the table of despair, and makes her way to a small town
stage she's been singing on for years. As she starts to sing her song she no longer sees
that small town bar, she's singing to a crowd of people away so very far. Her voice may
crack a little and go out from time to time but when she starts to sing her song a
strength pours out of her battered soul and for a moment she truly shines. With the music
in her ear and her mind and heart in the song she escapes from everything that ever could
go wrong. A heart with walls of steal and remorse for none but her she's destined to walk
a lonely road which seems to be preferred. She'll awake in the morning to a face familiar
or unknown but that night you'll be sure to find her at that table feeling all alone.
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