I lived when the chips were down
Drank myself to the edge
Dreamin’ and singin’
In the bars
Where the blood can leave you blind
Flowing into your eyes
The taste of salt will hit your lips –
Alone
I struggled to stand
Upon my feet
Staggered forth
Down the open street
Written By MIchael Ubaldini taken from the book 'LOST AMERICAN NIGHTS" published Moontide presss
Copyright
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