The rain deprives the wilted flower
The addictions use to the human life
The darkness to the morning light
The moral life to the sins of man
The booze denies creation of a sober man
Wading in the confusion of life
Drowning in the high tide of the life of booze
In the hours of every morning after
We search for the exit from this booze inspired madness
We now confess being sober is our only source of comfort
Booze will never last leaving it all in the past
Live sober and leave the sorrows out of all the coming tomorrows
see ya’ next time
