Nights of the Stumbler I remember chaotic lights Arriving home late nights Or early mornings Tequila tears & hot hemp breath sighs Lying in bed recalling life's delectable events My youth Cherub to fallen saint Black-winged angel that I am now My mother crying tears of shame Tears of pain Tears that stained I know what went on Behind closed doors As the dog barked I stumbled to the floor Praying to the Lord to receive me Believe me Take me to the promised land Now I accept his will I'm turning Learning from sages and connoisseurs Here to prove That when I prayed those nights It wasn't out of delirium -Alden Gonzalez