Drinking at a Bar

Drinking at a bar
Mowtown music on the
Juke box
Making the body dance
To the rhythm of the magical beat.

Drinking until the hurt is gone
A piece of heart died that day
Ever since it has been searching,
Hoping and praying that things will
One day get better
The heart hopes that being scared is over
Listening to the thunderous rain that is falling
On the ole tin roof.

Still sitting here at a bar wishing that there was
Another person to talk to while drinking
But nobody wants to talk to a drunkard
Who can not even accept the fruits of life
A day will come and will embrace
The fruits of life with open arms.