There he sat upon that window
watching his world pass by
tears.
Fits of silence broken
by the brisk air of frozen
fears.
No he sat atop the roof
his bottle of peace clenched so
tightly.
His fears would soon depart
to show his smile shining
brightly.
His mother was too kind
He'd say, to me, some time
ago.
His father, far too proud
of great deeds he'd never
show.
Oh, his sighs led to chokes
and the choking helped
forget.
He choked upon his life
through his past and feint
regret.
No his life, it never was
for it was wasted by his
liquor.
Even, god could not save him
he knew a way which was quite
quicker.
Yes he knew a shorter way
than to sit and wait in
pain
He'd said, "I'll never pray to god,
for it shall always end in
vain."
encouraged)
