Thursday, June 18, 2009
A whiskey bottle comforts me
And tells me not to cry
While a full moon says a prayer for me
I try to close my eyes
The desert's been a friend to me
It covers me by night
And a snakebite's not my enemy
But it taught me how to fight
And I hope someone will pray for me
When it's my turn to die.....pray for me
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