Bourbon for the blessed

If times and places and present nature
Were given will to find their way
To a place of new beginnings
Will there be somewhere they could stay

If there were means to prove your inner
Was broke yet whole and guarding dreams
Would ill tied spirits merely dance upon them
Or would they leave lone your only means

So dust yourself off up the floor
Prove you are more than you've been
If and only for your own self
Pray to fates hands to rise again

If there was flesh and blood to good luck
I would buy it all it could drink
And promise never to cast another dice roll
If it would hold strong till I won't sink.