Is there a higher calling
Than always falling
To the bottle
That binds
Us closer to our grave
In moments of weakness
I hope
And send hope
To others
Who turn to this everyday
So the drunk existence goes
As we all know
Quietly
Away
Bitterly barking
In the fading hallway
All through the towns
And evenings
So this life is
Barely making it by
One had takes care
And the other
Could care less
In a world of confusion
And hope
When the new day starts
All the words
We have to say
Worldly
What we have
Is what we give
A Texas town
Known for many
But very few have returned
To the place
That towers
Over the cars
That roll through
Until the spirit of the State
Is one mantra
Said to the sky
In the middle of the night
This Texas town is quiet
And doing alright
Life is blessed
When nothing
Goes right
In the time
Of no return
Its the only way through
To be blessed
With the hope
Of withers hopes
Brought
Anew
Today
I take
A moment
To say
That a day
Is beautiful
If it starts and ends
The same way
From light to dark
And around the sun
Again
Wet days
On a Monday
In the rain
In LA
Keeping my brow
Dry
From the weather
At play
Grey
All the time
Today
Don’t rush what’s to come
In time
Growth and realization
Time will expire and
The facts we will
Be facing
That life is short
And in that time
We hope to make the
Light a little brighter
With our time
On this earth
Who is to blame
In a world decrepit
With deceit
Confusion
Disdain
Who can gain
The advantage
When their is no right
No wrong
What’s gone wrong
In a moments notice
I notice
This is the way
Of the new world
Days
And ages
Make new
My own hopes
Of becoming
Anew
From boy to man
Every hope
Every plan
Has a rhythm
To take in the moments
In time
To make the changes mine
To become something new
To make a start
That can bind
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