This Glass

THIS GLASS is the very same one Grampa worshiped whiskey in before he died in Nam THIS GLASS helped Grandma cope One shot at a time while she raised their boy alone When Grandma died it made it to our kitchen And it was tough watching dad keep up the tradition THIS GLASS Held the key to his pain When life was tough or didn't always go his way THIS GLASS Was a cure and a curse Delivered needed medicine that made life worse He got caught up living in the past With THIS GLASS THIS GLASS ruined my childhood Though momma tried to shield me from the hell the best she could THIS GLASS bled my heart cold With all the shards it left around our quiet country home I learned where to put my faith and how not to live And how hard it is to love while you’re trying to forgive REPEAT CHORUS Dad always said it’d be mine someday But he'll have it in his hand when they bury him today REPEAT CHORUS Dewey Longuski (BMI) ©2023