Somehow the goodbye's never get easier
Although Nina says it does
Oooh Child my ass
Fill my heart with a golden child and then we'll talk
What do I do with this empty can of soil
Farm it out to the neighbor children I suppose
Hurt, desperation and longing
I never knew would subsume my life so much
At 17 you think it's just angst
At 32 you think it's the world against you
What at 52? When will my day come?
It must be me
It must just be me
Am I mad? Crazy?
The daffodils smile once in a while?
I'm happy sometimes blessed a lot
But I don't seem to see it
Cover me in a blossom so delightful
Momentary goodness
Oh man of great faith and heart
You work so hard at it all
I miss you greatly all of you the men who leave
I'm not good enough to stay I suppose
So hard nosed and stubborn you leave to recompose
Don't die out there good men. Don't die.
