It never had occured to me The way it has to be is never never only what it should be

Some this some that some other kid forgets his mother then take the wasted lives of one another

It never seemed I never saw true light shine out and on and all the things that come up/down before the fall

The growth the life before the rise But once I looked into those eyes Not knowing what could crawl out of the skies

Peaks first then ebbs it shrinks and grows Aroma smelled not with the nose A thorn has fallen from life’s withered rose

Once dust once ash a Phoenix came from out of pointed angry blame And nothing else has ever done the same

Over up and once thought dead A voice that rang in angels’ heads Now sings a song of loneliness instead

Not gone not here not anywhere A madnes permeates the air Strips all and one and thing completely bare

And spoken with a raspy breath While looking down upon the earth “All the meek inherit now is death.”