Come April i'll be 55
but i'm not alive,
i'll soon enter my golden years
only to be filled with.... silver tears' ' 2gether this journey we should be makin
but here on earth a path not taken,
alone i won't travel so full of fear
because a stranger is here.
This person i do not recognize
i don't see Sally in those eyes,
instead i see a burden to all
a nothing and she just gets all the more small.
No counseling can help this weak lamb
for slaughtered that i am,
from this earth to be put out to pasture
is the only way i'll find a cure!
hitchin a ride to the other side....