Peter's Song

Peter was a friend of mine From our childhood days at school He took a job at the factory And he lived by the golden rule One day, a cable snapped Swung into Peter's head He was rushed to the hospital Very nearly dead Now the rain is falling Now the storm has come The wind like a siren The thunder like drums Now the rainbow's hiding There's no pot of gold Some will go down fighting The lucky will just grow old The doctors worked to save him Gave him drugs to ease the pain His body showed improvement But the morphine went to his brain Discharged and sent home Peter's new life could begin Little did anyone realize The storm that was rolling in Now the rain is falling Now the storm has come The wind like a siren The thunder like drums Now the rainbow's hiding There's no pot of gold Some will go down fighting The lucky will just grow old When the medicine ran out one day Peter turned to the street Driven by addiction The pattern would just repeat He found the means to get well Just once more to be alright But this was many times stronger And Peter died that night Now the rain is falling Now the storm has come The wind like a siren The thunder like drums Now the rainbow's hiding There's no pot of gold Some will go down fighting The lucky will just grow old