The Drunkards Lament by RER
I got drunk from a widows cup
Got high from a beggars tale
I slept it off alone in a quiet place
Listening to my memories mournful wail
Stand down with your words voice inside of me
A respite from your harping would be fine
Stand down with your whispers of regret and woe
The beating of my heart cant keep the time
I've sailed the oceans of prosperity
Drank two fortunes dry
Tried to quench the thirst of insecurity
wasted away in the High
Wallowed in the the misery
That Old Drunks know all too well
Lost Fathers and Brothers and my sanity
Chasing the Spirits of Hell
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