Driven by Drink

And, as the story
hit the news,
I only could think
of yet, one
thing to do.
While packing my
bag,
I flew out the door,
With no one to greet
me,
how would I know
more?
This lesson,
I'd beengiven
is a horrible
task,
How in the world
will I ever last?
And with each step
I take, for
o' glory, to be whole;
is taken by me,
knowing
the right direction
to go.
Even if there's
obsticles,
my courage
fills the void,
and I realized
life is preciously
given:
Don't treat itas
a toy.!