Life

Life will never be the same again
it should be in a southern flower
it should be an anestethic.
For you,
it should be the vision of a sudden light
without pain undiscovereds
and if you frighten this is true
then the mother watch you do
the mother watch you lose:
mothers no more.
So to live, hold me thight tonight
hold me ti’ll the morning comes
tonight, hold me thight
hold me
help me.
Life will never be the same again
it should be in a southern flower
and this is unexpected,
for you,
for you…
for you.