Charles

The Hospital bed
The smell of stale reds
Can't forget days like these.

The feeling of death
As he took his last breath
Gone, the strongest man I ever knew.

I look in the mirror
And I hate what I see
But I remembered the good times
And everything you said to me

"All you've got
Is your word and handshake
Don't hate yourself
Or the choices that you make

They make you who you are
If you remember that
You'll go far.

And I'll always be with you
Until the day he takes us home."

An empty bottle
On the coffee table
There's so many nights like these

Staring in the eyes
Of a wife that hates me
She's trying to leave but I'm begging her please
Don't make me spend every night alone.

He told me that story
A hundred times over
And he cried every night
Promising me he'd get sober

I'm sure he made it right
With God one night
Before he faded out of life
And walked into his heavenly home.

But I never got to say goodbye.