He buys his drugs just to get high
Never thinks that he might die
He pays the money, takes the dope
He still believes this is hope.
He's nineteen, he's really just a boy
He takes his drugs, just wants a little joy
He lies motionless in a hospital bed
He's all hooked up, but his brain is dead
He stops breathing, his fight is done
The angels take his spirit home.
Now it's you walking down the street
Your dealer you're going to meet
Ask yourself before you get high
Could it be your time to die?
Young kids are dying left and right
Drug overdose is the common plight
Your dealer's the devil, he don't care
When you're dying he won't be there.
About the Creator
Dave Loewen
I'm a 45 yo guy, I live with my life partner Roger, and our min pin puppy Taz.
I am a recovering alcoholic ( 5 years sober) so much of my writing is recovery based.
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