-Out of dust we were made, and to dust we will one day return.-
You were the rock on which I stood,
The only thing I was sure of in life.
Weathered by the wind and rain,
Beat down through trials.
The rock that was my foundation
Became the sand on which the fool built his house.
As an alcoholic keeps coming back for more,
Despite the consequences,
I shall forever return to you.
To all things we must return,
And to return to you,
Is what I must do.
No matter how hard I want to stay away, no matter how hard I try,
you always return to my thoughts, my dreams...