No Dutch courage, no drinks oh no,
I’ll fight my battles, let it show.
But January’s dry, no pour, no sip,
No drowning thoughts in a liquid trip.
Can’t drink it away, can’t drown the fire,
I’ll feel it burn, climb higher, higher.
Talk it out, let the feelings flow,
Through words, through steps, I’ll let it go.
A quiet pub, no whiskey’s glow,
But in the silence, I start to grow.
Conversations spark, a heart laid bare,
I find my strength in the open air.
Each step, each breath, a battle won,
Underneath this cold, there’s rising sun.
Can’t drink it away, can’t drown the fire,
I’ll feel it burn, climb higher, higher.
Talk it out, let the feelings flow,
Through words, through steps, I’ll let it go.
So here I stand, no drink in hand,
Facing myself, I understand.
Dry January, you’ve shown me this,
The truest strength is hard to miss.