alcohol

They found him out in the street, sleeping,
He was laying on the pavement totally beaten,
He'd been robbed, they'd taken everything,
And once again, he didn't remember anything.

They took him home and rubbed him down,
Gave him some coffee and also a gown,
To take off the cold that was seeped in his bones,
Cold he'd received from sleeping on stones.

He'd been for treatment here and there,
But always escaped to no one knows where,
He had multiple excuses and many a tale,
With heart rendering stories that would never go stale.

He could make you believe anything he said,
You'd walk away thinking its something that you read,
But no one believed his stories any more,
Though they loved to listen, to more and more.

Someone whispered, aloud, "is he gonna die?
What makes them do it, why do they lie?"
She put her hand to her mouth as she looked around,
"My God, what if he hadn't been found?"

When he awoke he cursed and he asked for a drink,
Then he paused for a moment as if to think.
"I had a dream, at least that's what I think,
A man came to tell me to give up drink.

He wasn't special at all, except for his eyes,
He asked if I'll give up when somebody dies.
At the time he spoke, l didn't give a damn,
I just wanted my drink and he didn't understand.

The look he gave me pierced my soul,
I wanted to cry, because it made me feel whole.
But l got up and ran, as fast as l could,
I fell down somewhere, in the wrong neighborhood.

But it seems like a dream,
At least, that's what l think l mean.
Now, I want the peace that I saw in his eyes,
And I don't want to wait till one of you dies."

One of the neighbours stepped forward and said,
"When we found you we thought you were dead,
We're so glad you're alive instead,
You looked like a statue carved by a mason,
And your lips were moving as if in a conversation,

We thought you were talking to someone in your sleep,
You were probably being asked about promises to keep,
But what you saw was an angel in a dream,
From combined prayers of different teams.

Each team prays for you day and night,
No matter where you are, no matter what your plight.
We believe the spirit of God is with you,
Now, what are you going to do?"

He fell to his knees and sobbed like a baby,
"Jesus, come into my heart, come to me!"
His body raked with convulsions, it made him shake,
Those who watched him felt their hearts ache.

At the mention of the name his life had changed,
He felt the relief of a man that was chained.
As he looked around him it was plain to see,
"Something's happened to me, I feel so free."

Standing by his side was someone they couldn't see,
This someone had pushed away evil and made him flee.
They'd been battling since the birth of the man,
An unseen fight that no one can understand.

Now the evil one moved like a streak of light,
"You haven't won yet," he said, "not quite."
He stood at a distance watching the scene,
"You're a man reborn, but l'll make you unclean."

An unseen wall kept the evil one away,
From a promise made by a human that day,
The Spirit of God stood guard for his soul,
As long as his eyes were on Jesus, the Savior of all.

Such is the life of an alcoholic man,
Bound by chains you wouldn't understand.
He lives deep down inside, a prisoner of the brain,
A puppet controlled by evil, deep within the brain.

End!

composed and written by daryl immanuel gounder