While his favorite band , U2 , played into his ears , He "shot the finger" at himself.... Skipping in, and out , and in again Along the bounds of living life. No need to breathe a careful breath To inward suck the air of life For what's the reason to go on And perpetrate the pain.... His youthful body , strong and tall Ne'er embraced the thrill of life But lived the thrills.... toward mortal ends And cursed the careful ways.... Toward those ends he did aspire And to them raced head-long , Until the day he got his way And overshot the living edge To be buried.... in his mountain grave. To cry and shout , and feel his death That soaked me in its ooze And rotten clutches.... Was all that I could bear To feel. His breath now gone , His thrill fulfilled , His pain now over , His band no longer plays for him , His finger now shoots , eternally .... And his father cries.... until this very day.
page 1 - Aquarius page 2 - Bleeding Hearts page 3 - This Day page 4 - Winds Of Joys
page 6 - Better Each Day page 7 - On a nearby Hill page 8 - Drowning page 9 - Love's First Branches page 10 - The Bird Of Love page 11 - Barron Flowers page 12 - The Purest Heart page 13 - I Asked Too Much page 14 - When I'm Home