The inner scars we hide in shame,
Afraid of what our peers may think,
We tend with superficial means,
With timely food, a puff or drink.
We drown our pain and memories
With bitter tasting beer or wine,
And close our eyes in the defeat
Of hope, we readily consign.
We cannot think, it hurts too much,
We numb our hearts to grief and fear,
And so it is we soak the night
In soothing suds of liquid cheer.