Everyone agrees it came too It was meant to be an intersection You fear of death in the back pocket of your jeans In the palm of hand, affection
It like a sudden gust of wind Leaving them to ask how I recall last time we met you said we'd again The irony is only now
These everyone cries, "Say uncle" They want to touch your lest it die For this your sons and widow gather with us at the To form a circle for our new demise
These everyone cries, "Say uncle" I retrieve the quickly as I can Add to the portrait we all draw in our minds Your body gone, we shall the man
I my eyes and hope they do not fade These of a voice and of a smile Images of landscape cloaked in forest Like life unfolding mile by mile
A embrace, a word of thanks A cheerful and hours in a van Somehow these pieces bring back the man you were Though the ocean claims your on the sand
These everyone cries, "Say uncle" want to touch your spirit lest it die For this sons and widow gather with us at the table To form a healing circle for our new
days everyone cries, "Say uncle" I retrieve the quickly as I can Add them to the we all draw in our minds Your body gone, we shall the man
These everyone cries, "Say uncle" They to touch your spirit lest it die For this your sons and widow with us at the table To form a healing circle for our new
These everyone cries, "Say uncle" I the memories quickly as I can And add them to the we all draw in our minds Your body gone, we keep the man