Daylight came, as the Sun poked its relentless head over the Morning Dew of another worthless day. The memory of visualizing her with that worthless Man that took her Heart away. Their kids didn't want to know, or didn't seem to care. Drained his willpower to get up from his lonely drinking chair. There's not enough Whiskey on this Earth to drink away his pain, for what it's worth. I think his heart was broken at birth, because when he finally took the pain away the Devil wouldn't allow his soul to be buried in the cemetery dirt. He must have pissed off the Angels or turned his face from the Lord. For it seemed how he lived his life, he was taken by the Sword....