The Demise of ones life when the spark is gone and alcohol takes it`s toll.
Written by Paul Coates.
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True life observation of a person who has turned to alcohol for comfort.
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Don’t Give Up
I saw you walking in the dawn,
Your early morning breath just lingered on…
A misty shroud in from the sea,
Couldn’t hide your tragedy.
I watched you moving to the edge,
I saw you lean and look beyond the ledge,
Where you have looked sometimes before,
It seemed to offer something more….
Don’t give up, Don’t give up, Don’t give up, oh no…
I saw you sleeping in the park,
You often stayed in there `til after dark,
The empty cans around your seat,
With autumn leaves about your feet.
You sometimes fell into a dream,
And travelled back in time to another scene,
She held your hand as the bell rang,
You led the chorus when they sang…. (they were singing)
Don’t give up, Don’t give up, Don’t give up, oh no…
You were falling when you woke,
Picked yourself up then you lit a smoke,
And brushed the dirt down from your knees,
Found your way out from the trees.
You stumbled out onto the road,
Another traffic-halting episode,
And as you moved into the light,
There were voices in the night…. (singing)
Don’t give up, Don’t give up, Don’t give up, oh no…
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