I saw a twister in a field of grass
Just pass
Like a spirit
On your funeral day
I looked at the sky and saw
A helicopter cut the sun like glass
I saw it
Just pass
Like a broken vase
It cracked the sky
I waited outside the church
Then sang the hymns within
Listened to the your eulogy
And yet I can't begin
To unravel what it all
means to me
It is strange not having a thing
Is not the same as losing it
If your bonds of affection were not
tight
Holding the cane
Letting it fall
picking it up again
Letting the good times come
and go
and just pass
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