Whiskey doesn't judge

I sit here in this bar, a glass in my hand Amber liquid swirling, like grains of sand Each sip a story, each drop a tale Of love and loss, of joy and wail Whiskey, my old friend, you never lie A truth serum, poured from the bottle's sigh You strip away the masks, the facades we wear Revealing the raw emotions, that we often bear In the bottom of this glass, the truth is found Whiskey doesn't judge, it just goes down It listens to the secrets, we're afraid to tell And holds us in its warmth, like a soothing spell I've seen men cry, over you my friend Confessing sins, they could no longer pretend You've been a witness, to countless broken hearts A silent companion, when the world falls apart Whiskey, you're a double-edged sword A comfort and a curse, in every pour You can numb the pain, but also reveal The truths we hide, the wounds we conceal In the bottom of this glass, the truth is found Whiskey doesn't judge, it just goes down It listens to the secrets, we're afraid to tell And holds us in its warmth, like a soothing spell So pour me another, my old friend Let the truth flow, until the bitter end For in this world of lies, and shades of grey Whiskey's honesty, is a rare bouquet