As he staggered down the street,
he was so alone,
He was desolate,
with no one to call his own.

The corner store about to close,
he had to get there fast,
Reason left him long ago,
his good life in the past.

Bill stumbled on the step,
as he walked inside the door,
The liquor counter filled the back,
of the corner store.

Bill was there to buy
his nightly bottle of cheap wine,
Soon he'd be oblivious,
life would then be fine.

Remembering days gone by
was more then he could bear,
Bill had been successful,
with a family in his care.

His son was only sixteen,
the day he passed away
Bill started drinking alcohol,
to ease his pain that day.

The alcohol possessed him,
he couldn't put it down,
Bill soon became well known,
as the drunk of that small town.

He couldn't hold his job
and he also lost his wife,
He lost all the good things;
as alcohol became his life.

Bill left the corner store,
brown paper bag in hand,
What happened to him next,
no one will understand.

He went into an alley;
he had no place else to go,
He silently began to cry,
for he had sunk so low.

Next morning in the alley,
there gathered a small crowd,
Everyone was whispering ...
no one spoke out loud.

Empty bottle on the ground,
beside a lifeless heap,
The grim reaper paid a visit,
as Bill lay there fast asleep.

The lesson from this tragedy
will shortly be forgot,
Big bottles of cheap wine
will continue to be bought.

Bill's battle has been lost,
for him there is no more,
Still...there will be others,
heading for the corner store.

Anghel ka na walang pakpak
nasa lupa ay laging nakaapak
budhi mo ay bumubusilak
ganda mo'y parang isang bulaklak

Narito ka sa lupa
upang bantayan ang mga bata
dahil sa takot na mapahamak sila
di iniwan kahit isang saglit pa

Ginto ka sa aking paningin
dahil sa ganda ng yong mithiin
may puso kang naninimdim
pag buhay ko ay dumidilim

Ehemplo kang tunay sa akin
kabaitan mo'y dapat gayahin
sa kapwa ay laging matulungin
kaya nararapat na ikaw ay purihin

Lagi ka sa aking isipan
kabutihan mo ay di malilimutan
sanay wag mo akong iwan
at lagi mo akong alagaan

The Face In The Glass!


When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to a mirror and look at yourself
And see what THAT face has to say.




For it isn't your father or mother or spouse
Whose judgment upon you must pass;
The person whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.




Some people might think you are a straight-shootin' chum
And call you a wonderful guy or gal,
But the face in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look it straight in the eye.




That's the one you must please, never mind all the rest,
For that's the one with you clear up to the end.
And you know you have passed your most dangerous test
If the face in the glass is your friend.




You may fool the whole world down the pathway of life
And get pats on your back as you pass,
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you've cheated the face in the glass.




~ Dale Wimbrow ~