He sits on the bench
And for the very first time
Feels peaceful and tranquil
Yet he doesn’t have a dime

He lost his family and his home
In the blaze of a fire
He’s now all alone, and had lost all desire

Desire to rebuild a life once again
He lost his wife and baby
And he’s lost all his friends

He mourns for his wife, and his baby girl
That has left him in a bottle on this bench to hurl

It’s time to crawl out
Of the bottle of gin
He still has a full life ahead
If he’d only begin…