I have heard stories and stories
of a tavern full of drunks
where at the door, with tender hands,
they wipe your sorrows away
where they welcome you in with words of love
the likes of which you have never heard before
as I walk carrying the unbearable weight of my heart
eyes blinded by tears, no longer can see
my ears seeking sounds of drunken laughter
lead me on my way
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