Laying tired in that drunken state
glass fragments all around.
Perhaps he might be dreaming
Of a bright day in his town.
He rubs his sore worn tired eyes
hoping to see the light.
holding out his hand with want
Who sees an end in sight?
Why does she wait so very long.
Patient by his side.
Praying he will need her
as the angel by his side.
Deep in her heart is love
weary as her tender heart is.
Troubled by the sadness
She loves with all she has.
Through deep despair and anguish
Reaching out to take his hand.
The angel leads him to the place.
His personal promise land

He's left picking up the pieces of his broken ripped up world.

Looking at his life with tears, spinning the straw into gold.

 Marlene Dawn . 2003