The Alcohol Train

I lost another friend, who was riding the alcohol train. Little did I know, that he was in so much mental pain. He kept it hidden well, I didn't even notice it at all. His family kept him close, as they began to see him fall. He was always sneaking a drink, wasting away all his time. As long as he had some alcohol, everything would seem just fine. Until he'd get to drunk, then his temper would begin to rage. He was like a crazy animal, that was just released from its cage. He spent a couple years, of his hidden life behind bars. From doing stupid things, in a drunken haze he stole a car. Maybe you would think, that might have sobered him up. But once you ride that train, it's really hard to get enough. It can make you kind of sad, even bring tears to your eyes. When a friend you thought you knew, drinks himself to death and slowly dies. When you think life is peachy, and everything is going as planned. That alcohol train comes calling, and everything gets out of hand. Dan Kearley: 10-28-13