Liquid Trust

I walked in slow tonight with my head hung low. Just a man

with nowhere to go. Same old bar, same old stool. The lights are

dim but they don't hide the scars. The bartender nods, he knows who

I am. No words exchanged, just a glass filled up with another round

of liquid trust. It burns going down but it settles my mind. Nerves turn steady,

hands don't shake. Makes me braver than I've ever been inside. It's courage in

a glass, faith in a pour. Gives me the strength I've been

looking for. Makes me believe I can be a better man. That's the power