I’ll drown myself into this life-
Gin, Vodka or sweet red
music loud enough to wake the dead
and make me deaf to my own heart.
New toys I’ll ride at night
a solo seat will not feel right
but with my eyes set right ahead
I won’t pay mind,
into this life I’ll drown myself.
(Got my new bike)
Will I have the courage for my life sustain
if my hope grows thin and the sunsets fear?
Let me walk alone when I’m set and done-
Would you hold me dear?
Whisper me some courage so I may begin
sing me a lullaby with the softest voice
when I go to sleep so I may rejoice
in my final moment, let me entertain
an eternal life if my hope grows thin
then I’ll walk alone when I’m set and done-
“He who doesn’t fear death dies only once.” ~Giovanni Falcone