Your eyes are emerald nuances, with wisps of colored prayers.
                In times of trouble's stances, your own heart you would spare.
                You smile as though the world's not there,
                And all of life's a game,
                But you leave your self-respect at the door,
                When you take on that smoking flame.
                Your broken dreams exhale as smoke,
                Booze is the ghost of your fears,
                The world is gone, as your forbidden toke
                Swallows echoes of suppressed tears.
                Your vices are worth more then I,
                And all I can do is strive,
                To tell you there may come a day,
                When you won't come down alive.
                There are no words that I can say,
                 No verse that I could write,
                 To replace the world where night is day,
                 When you take up a light.
                 Am I so replaced by something,
                 That cannot speak to you?
                 And hear the pain within a sting,
                 That only love can do?
                 I only stand and shut my mouth,
                 While your eyes are blank as slates.
                 Knowing my words go in, then out,
                 And never make a stain...
                 All your heart's an open book,
                 But your spirit never attends,
                 But only you can reclaim the light drugs took,
                 And give me back my friend.