The Bottle
July 22, 2008
Lonely girl crying on her front porch step; tears are coming down like rain
Her heart is broken right in half; No one can feel her pain
She doesn’t know where to go, there’s nothing left inside
Everything about her has faded; her spirit has died
She took that bottle and put it to her mouth
And she picks it back up whenever she has doubts
Reality will break her when she decides to face it
Life will get better but only if she chooses not to forfeit
