the loneley child he pines at night  the slightest noise brings such a fright
 his mother  sreams he feels  the pain he prays to god its all in vain  he
trys to hide but its no good the man of the house is in another mood his mothers
good and means so well this loneley child he will rebel the trouble starts
the hell begins he cannot live with all his sins he finds the drink it frees his
mind but when he drinks hes not so kind he feels in life there is no gain he
cannot live  with all this pain but in the end he finds a way   he finds a
place its called  AA he now has love and so much health and fine ally has freedom
from the burden of self     i had no enemys but i had myself  today i am free
because i became my best freind  change is good keep on chipping away my
freinds this new life is far better than the hell   harry the horse 14years of
freedom.

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