Picking Up the Pieces

I used to wake up with a heavy head,

An empty bottle by the side of the bed.

The mirror showed me a stranger’s face,

Walking in circles, losing the race.

The whiskey whispered it’d ease my pain,

But it never fixed what it couldn't explain.

I drowned my sorrows, one drink at a time,

But they still floated, calling in my mind.

Now I’m picking up the pieces one by one,

Facing my shadows under the sun.

It ain’t easy, but I’m finding my way,

Taking life sober, one step a day.

I see the lines on my old man’s face,

Showin’ the years I let slip out of place.

Mama prayed hard, she always believed,

Now her faith’s the rock holding up me.

The barstool's quiet, I don’t sit there now,

I’ve traded the bottle for a solemn vow.

I saw my mistakes through the tear-stained glass,

But life's not over, the worst days will pass.

Now I’m picking up the pieces one by one,

Facing my shadows under the sun.

It ain’t easy, but I’m finding my way,

Taking life sober, one step a day.