So proud of himself,
Now that he’s with bone.
Lost on him
Is that he’s just as alone;
As he was without it,
The excitement will fade.
And, he’s left to consider
The way that he played.
Not considering others,
Beyond that they’re there;
A part of his world;
Guarded and bare.
A matter of Love,
Of peace, and of joy.
A thing among people;
not from a toy.
I don’t care how you walk.
Lemme see you dance.
I know it hurts,
But it’ll shake out.
I can hold that for you.
It’s not heavy…
When you let it go.
It’s ok.
I wanna show you
How you say goodbye.
I wanna show you somethin.
That it’s ok, my dear.
We’re here,
Together.
We can take it on.
I’ll remind us,
As we dance
Along
Our way.
As we go…
May we reach the Big Sky day.
Fueled by sweet Honey,
And the peppers he grew.
From long before we ever knew.
For long before we ever came,
there was the wish for us,
within their love and suffering.
Stretch and be free
As you can,
And trust they held the pain
For us,
That we could be without it.
Believe you can
Touch the Big Sky Day.
For you’re beyond the small way
Of yesterday,
And tomorrow will come.
Marvelous, he would say,
Which I liked.
Tough ol boy,
That made it to the top,
And he loved his family.
Opa with his Honey.
Opa with his peppers.
The Farm.
How he liked it.
I got some stuff to say.
Plain and simple
How i see it.
Where it comes From.
Where it comes From.
You know in there.
Just the right words,
At just the right time.
Now
Always before and after.
Where it comes From.
Reaching and holding
From where it comes from.
That we’re ok.
Whatever’s happened,
We’re here we understand
Together.
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