She hates me because I drink too much
My eccentric idiosyncrasies that leads me a stray
My wild ways
That makes the onlooker a prey
I am only a victim of my own destiny
She hates me because I am not the man
That she expects
A type of man the world will reject
A man who falls in the gutter
Who will respect
But in my mind
I know why
I am an alcoholic
Problems I encounter each day make me diabolic
A good man between the Devil and the deep sea
I will damn the consequences because what will be
Will be
And though we share the same lakes and common rivers
The approach to life is different
True freedom comes only with death
When you breathe no more
And worry about what will happen yet
Nobody is rich
Nobody is poor
My life is hazardous
Like a marine’s duty tour
Nobody is a prince
Because we all rise from the floor
Listen to the words that I speak
If you seek humility
You will rise to the peak
For in a man’s construction
Lies a divine design
The fulfillment of life
Which no one can define?
Overly kind _little slow in study
Unskilled in sports; not beautiful was she
He came into life when anybody
Would have made a marriage match not just he
Becoming acquainted at church was their way
He flashed freedom before her youthful eyes
In love she speedily fell that warm spring day
Before she thought or even could realize
She boldly and in secret whispering
Displayed the ring that she now proudly wore
Soon she would be a bride to be longing
For his soon return from his duty tour
Marriage offered change_some for good_
Some for difficulty_ freedom though misunderstood____
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