Whiskey Burning

In the darkness is where I first met him.Alone at a water fountain, tears rolling down my cheeks.Ready to give up.From the shadows, his voice came to me.Soothing. Comforting. Rough as the blackest night.I didn’t see him.I didn’t even know his name.All I knew was he saved me that night.He put my back on my feet.And he kept me on them.Every single time I needed him, he found a way to come to me.My stranger of the night.My dark warrior.My name is Scarlett. You probably know me.I’m America’s number