(Wrote this a few years ago but still love it)
He holds it to his lips with care,
Take it from him? I wouldn’t dare.
It’s like a lover, a hopeful, a friend
Take it from him? I wouldn’t dare
Its spirits bring tranquility that he thinks so fair,
Take it from him? I wouldn’t dare
He leans back to slumber, content;
Take it from him? I wouldn’t dare
The little bottle stays tight in his little hand,
Take it from him? I wouldn’t dare.
But when it falls, I hear a “Wha! Wha!”
Take it from him? I must dare
