It's not like mixing drinks, is so profound.
But I've gotta find a way, to bring something there
Recognize the opportunity, out of thin air.
Reminds me of, the drowning man praying for, Gods helping hand.
The boat came first, the man said "no thanks"
"God will save me, when this raft tanks"
Then came a plane, with a decending rope.
"No thanks, I believe in God" he continued to moap.
Low and behold, he eventually drowned.
When he got to heaven, he asked God "how"?
God replied "Why the heck do you complain?"
"I sent you a boat, a rope and a plane."
And so the tale goes, maybe this is my rope
Attached at the other end, is a whole lot of hope.
Perhaps someone, I need to meet
To take me to my next level,
As I serve him a drink.
So to this I pray, to see the light
When the going gets tough, at the end of the night;
When I stink like booze, and my dogs are barking
When the drunk in front of me, won't stop harping.
Don't give up, be greatful with heart
this could be,
a completely new start.
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