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