She staggers Home

She staggers Home
Holding her favourite bottle.
Step after step she tries
To retrace her way
With her shadow watching her.
Her two daughters
Waiting ,anxiously
Through the window they peep
Their ears alert
Just to hear her footsteps.
Every night their young souls
At the mercy of night invaders
They kneel in prayers
For God to send a guardian Angel.

She staggers Home
Singing her favourite song
"Jesus take the wheel "
Her life too much for her
willing she is to die,
But the picture of her two little Angels
Gives her Hope to fight another day.
She dreams of that day :
She will be sober and clean
She will hug her daughters
She will prepare them dinner
She will put them to bed
and sing them lullaby.

She staggers Home
With a new resolve in her heart ,
Jesus will be her new bottle
Her daughters her favourite drink
Her home her favourite bar.

          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

He staggers Home
His favourite bottle on his right hand
Left hand holding a waist of a pro.
In pitch darkness
Down they fall up they rise.