How I processed maternal passing.
Last chance to beat off bacillus,
A ro-mance never (be)for been so jealous
It's no time, to act blind, it's go time, dont let yourself give in.
Kin stuck around sterile pall-et
dumb-struck as the quack falls on quiet
its too long, all wrong, all gone, prepare your passing on.
Don't cry out, its not the way its done
breath out, its never gonna
be one, or be this time, we're all in line for the
Waves fall as they inspect the party
in retropect- couldna' been smarter
was too strong, too strange, too wrong, and now the chance is gone
In-stant occasion to tell us,
the true cause, man-made outline edifice
you're border line, young mind, fine try, so keep the treatment on
Dont pray now, its not the way I taught you son
Dont follow every instant, infection, that all people, run to at one time in their
own lives, you can find, a reason, dont be blind
there is magic and mystique without being part of a flock of infamy...
All fades, just like the last light
on tall ship caught in the crossfire
too young, too kind, too loved, to let your soul cave in.
Dont look back, its just a state of shock, I lack
well anykind of constant, reaction, that's justifably a reason to say
I dont mind, and I'm fine, leave me and i'll get by
but truth is , I am a different...... man
I never had a chance to say, this
a farewell, an end to the madness
A curse I, a lame lie, can't time.. dy-ing oh so well.
Nothing that we can do now, the boats gone
so depart the gangway
so long, so long, so long, you know how this ends.