My father the alcoholic.
He believed he was okay.
Little did he know that his drinking problem damaged his liver.
There comes days when I talk to him and his voice is not the same.
My drunken dad.
Oh how I missed him so.
My day brightens up when I hear from my alcoholic father.
Gulp gulp.
There goes the deadly drink.
What would I give to talk to him more often ?
What would I give to help my drunken father ?
I see the pain through his eyes.
Gulp gulp.
There goes the pain, regret, tears shed, the beautiful memories, all lost.
Gulp gulp.
There goes my alcoholic father.