Squeaks
Bluelighter
On the hills of North Washington Street
Behind the Chicken mountain sits this place
A place I want to call home.
But I am stuck between a fork in the road.
I know the path to take but forces beyond my control keep me motionless.
You made a pact with someone to do no harm.
Even though that pact wasnt with me I have adopted it as my own.
Sitting at the bar spinning the little glass dragon you gave me.
It brings me hope, safety and a change in the right direction.
It my light no matter how small it seems.
For me its a tribute to good health no matter how much I try to destroy myself.
Getting completly inebriated off of ten bucks is fun......
But knowing I can have the time of my life without it is priceless.
With this change in location.
I no longer need to live my life through a pilsner glass but through good friends and good health.
That glass dragon of mine.
So what if its just a stone to some
to me its magical.
As I sit here listening to the dreariest of bar songs
I look up to my magical Dragon and know things will all work out in the end.
That soon I will be able to continue past the fork in the road and arrive at a chance for a new life!
[ 14 September 2002: Message edited by: Squeaks ]
Behind the Chicken mountain sits this place
A place I want to call home.
But I am stuck between a fork in the road.
I know the path to take but forces beyond my control keep me motionless.
You made a pact with someone to do no harm.
Even though that pact wasnt with me I have adopted it as my own.
Sitting at the bar spinning the little glass dragon you gave me.
It brings me hope, safety and a change in the right direction.
It my light no matter how small it seems.
For me its a tribute to good health no matter how much I try to destroy myself.
Getting completly inebriated off of ten bucks is fun......
But knowing I can have the time of my life without it is priceless.
With this change in location.
I no longer need to live my life through a pilsner glass but through good friends and good health.
That glass dragon of mine.
So what if its just a stone to some
to me its magical.
As I sit here listening to the dreariest of bar songs
I look up to my magical Dragon and know things will all work out in the end.
That soon I will be able to continue past the fork in the road and arrive at a chance for a new life!
[ 14 September 2002: Message edited by: Squeaks ]
