He made it with the best,
Disappeared to the far west...
Show me the way
Let me see the sky...
put yourself in my shoes
I wonder how that feels...
They always told you
you were a rose...
I have survived so much
but mostly I have...
I have been watching two icons
being laid to rest...
polishing off dark
sprucing up strength and vision...
Every 15 minutes, infant is born with with...
Flying high through the hole in the sky...
And so we gather
some tearful, strained convulsions, leaking sorrow...
odds used as live bait
morsels for bread and butter...
Can you hear that whining sound up there;
A constant sound I've taught myself to bear...
TRASH MEMORIES?
DON'T PREDICT THE PAST...