I heard crying before i knew who it was
The rage the sorrow the dissapiontment at there poor fortunes
I sat and tryed to comfort them but they wouldnt listen
looking in their eyes the usual glisten was missing
There idea of calming down was to drink and drink
The more of the devils liqour went down the throat of my freind
I want to stop him before it became a trend
so i took the bottle of him and threw it in the river
but it didnt land where id intended
it landed straight back in his hand
but me being his compaion his mate his freind
I refused to give in
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