His Story ~ I see him sitting there by the cardboard shack That he now calls home A young couple goes out of there way To leave the man alone ~ He sits alone his head hung low A bottle in his hand I could see the saddened eyes The eyes of a lonely man ~ Those eyes they told a story Of years that’s long been past He holds the bottle close to him As if it will be his last ~ I walked to him and as I knelt down I asked the man his name He looked at me with bloodshot eyes Eyes that showed his pain ~ As we began to talk His story began to unfold Of the man he used to be His story to me he told ~ He said I was once respected With a family and a job But that has all changed now For my money I do rob ~ I lost my wife and unborn child Four years ago today You see I was in this bottle And the car it got away ~ I was thrown clear without a scratch On my wife the car it fell I watched her life end in front of me So now I live in hell ~ I wake each night and hear her screams As she calls out my name So now you see that’s why I am The man you see today ~ As I stood to walk away The man he took my hand Tears fell down his dirt stained face I could feel his undying pain ~ He asked when I lay down this night And pray to god above Please ask him to forgive him For losing his only love.
Free Forum Hosting
Important Announcement
Recommend
First 