Little Victories

Mother, oh mother
Where do I begin?
Faces I remember
Places I have been
Shoulders to cry on
Another’s hand to hold
Miss your sweet comfort
As I’m growing old
Did you ever feel so all alone?
Did you fight the darkness on your own?
They’re mine, all mine
Little victories are mine
One more bottle of wine
Father, dear father
Help me understand
Tobacco-stained fingers
Whiskey in your hand
Did you ever feel so all alone?
Did you fight the darkness on your own?
They’re mine, all mine
Little victories are mine
One more bottle of wine
Brother, oh brother
Morgan prepared the pews
Preacher, a teacher
A crutch that I could use
Did you ever feel so all alone?
Did you fight the darkness on your own?
They’re mine, all mine
Little victories are mine
They’re mine, all mine
Little victories are mine