"Another Round"
For Damian, By Mike Kufinski
It's time to take our chances
Out there with the wolves
So open up these doors
And raise your weary heads
To take a look around you
And recognize your kin
Like a family we'll stick
United by the bonds
Of an ever present loss
That may fade but never
Will this oh too early departure
Of our dearest friend
Disappear or drown away
In the bottom of a pint
In mourning we're together
We'll have another round
Another Round
Let's raise our glasses of a toast for memories
Another Round
For the time that seems like yesterday to me
Another Round
For the gang, we're a rowdy drunken lot
We'll remember you with every brew
By the grace of God
The importance of a life
Never seemed as dear
As this moment in the bar
An excused drinking binge
Another mother's loss
Becomes reality to us
So I'll top of my glass
With this time tested tonic
Solace in comrodery
The world will have to wait
You can hold of the inevitable
In this dark and dirty room
Because the barman keeps us sane
With this mind numbing swill
To dull this present tragedy
We'll have another round