Sometimes you’re born to die young
Old age is only one way to die
As the wind tears the trees leaves off the top of a branch
I remember his face very clearly
As he stared beyond the tv
With a per~recorded baseball game
And a drink glued to his hands
He said his catholic priest came by
Got him a spot in the afterlife
He could hardly move
One might describe him as a fish out of water (fish out of water)
I drove around in jersey
And noticed the faded violet wrinkles
Of the moon peaking through the sky above the highway
Was suddenly blooming
Blooming, blooming
Blooming, blooming
And the lightening of a flowers life
It scatters in the summer light
Transforming to something true, and he knew
That he would soon meet god
When i walked up to the last place he would lie in
His hands were holding a white rose
And i wondered what would happen to his ghost
I closed both my eyes to see right through
The bluet was breathing
The bluet was breathing
The bluet was breathing
Was breathing
Was breathing
Breathing
Breathing
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