My head is light and the walls spinning,
Too much of the “happy hours” again,
Staggering down Manila’s dark alley,
My steps and dignity are both shaky.
I know I have passed this way before,
Promising a change, I will go for,
But my will is weak to the intoxicating spirit,
I am but a spineless fool! Damn it!
My family have long gave up on me,
I’m at the point I’m giving up on me,
Am I beyond redemption? Can’t get free
From the quatro cantos that enslaves me.
Heeding the call, fumbling in the night,
I am desperate to seek the light,
Then the writings on the wall, I saw
It reads: Hoy, Bawal Umihi Dito!
(*dedicated to all who struggle with the bottle; photo from the web)