Broken Bottles, Silent Tears

Seven years of quiet rooms,

Thinking we had left the storms behind.

New roof,

a brand new start,

Thought we finally healed our broken hearts.

But then the cabinet door creaked wide,

And I saw the bottle he tried to hide.

Now it's noon and his eyes are glazed,

Walking through a familiar maze.

First it was late at night,

Now it's starting in the morning light.

He's drinking at the job,

losing control,

Selling our safety to fill up his soul.

(oh no,

not again)

Why would you throw

our whole world away,

Just for a bottle at the end of the day?

How could you trade

all the hope that we

made, And watch as the promises start to fade?

You'd destroy a whole

family's peace

For a single beer.

I remember the screaming from before,

Cowering behind my bedroom door.

Now the cycle is turning round,

Same heavy footsteps on the ground.

Why does a glass hold more weight

Than the kid standing at the gate?

Seven years of hope,

Shattered by the morning light.

(just for a beer...) (no more screaming...)