I wake at last from a desperate dream

From a personal hell, from whence I've been

For one more night I begged the reaper away

For one more day I am here to stay

The whiskey bottle, empty and dry

No more drink to stop the tears I cry

The ghosts of my shameful past

Haunt me now, all hope is dashed

Memories of that fateful time

Remind me of my horrendous crime

Yet again I sit resigned to remember

That terrible winter voyage of last December