A FAR CRY.

 

 

The little man sits and drinks his drink

The alcohol helps him to think

The little man keeps on asking why

Why his dreams all had to die.

 

It’s a far cry

From how he thought it all would be

A far cry

He drinks to kill the agony.

 

The little man feels the drinks kick in

He’s at a place he’s always been

The pain is dulled it’s not as sharp

He wonders why she ain’t a heart.

 

The little man grows as drinks go down

He doesn’t feel as much the clown

The little man keeps on asking why

Why his dreams all had to die.