I saw him yet again
His whisky breath and swollen eyes
And he still had the bottle in his hand
They said it would make him numb
But for him it was twice the pain
There he sat at the same old place
He even offered her a drink
And she just watched silently
Slurry voice telling tales of failures
Of love lost and loneliness
Yet again, he shouted out loud
Dragging his feet Oh, so close
Keeping his head on the stone
And he apologized one more time
And again, promised to bring her flowers
The rustling leaves and cold stone woke him
And on the stone was written
“In God’s care. Alice”
