He lies there drunk,
He lies there asleep,
So sad that the people weep.
He trashes and burns,
When will he turn?
Sobbering up he awakes,
He now sees the damge he makes.
He pulls the needles from his vains,
Now he can feel the pain.
He trashes and burn,
But when will he turn?
He puts down the bottel,
And puts out his last bud.
He puts on his uniform,
And he does not burn.
Now here comes the turn...
He walks but doesnt talk,
hugs his father and boy tightly knowing...
knowing he has made a difference in life.
he has turned around his life.
