The bottle hits the floor.
My sister begs for no more.
I reach up in the air for the lord.
But my faith shatters.
The alcohol is kicking in.
Committing tons of atrocious sins.
I reach my hands in the air once again.
Not to the lord, but to block my mother.
I’m finally out of that place.
I’m no longer a waste of space.
I reach my hands in the air with grace.
I’m completely and finally free.