He sat there with his eyes wide and his feelings aside
There in his lap his gun sat ready to shoot anything that past
He flicked his lighter and sucked in the flame that burned through the cocaine
He blows white clouds of smoke this man has no soul his heart pure cole
He took something so precious a love sent to the trenches
My mother cried to him in hopes he would change
Be she was addicted to his game lost in the white clouds
she support her man proud by his side
I cried to my mother, her blank expression sent me a wonder.
sincerewriting 
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