It is cold at the bottom of this well,

How I came to be here I cannot tell.

I know its not the beer I freely drank,

I know degrees of tipsy from tanked.

Sadly when you abuse drink this way,

You can end up at the bottom to someday.

Guide your mind to understand the harm,

In your heart you know it has no charm.

Take the time to stand aside and see

The better way to keep your body free

Of all the pain that comes with this abuse.

A time may come you feel there is no use

The bottom of the well will be your space

Or fight to make your body a joyous place.

It is cold at the bottom of this well

How I came to be here I can finally tell

I thought I could have fun without the fine

Be above any price for the crime

Could dance on the edge without the fall

Pretend I knew best from one and all.

If you think yourself free of blame for sin

Have one to many and walk the wall’s rim.

It is cold at the bottom of this well

Much as I suspect I shall find in Hell.