If rot is kin to
Genus and to species
I doubt
That time will heal this
Aching heart
But maybe
Death
Just brings a new beginning. Oh!
A mother and her nursing
Baby. What was spoken by
Early human beings
Shrouded in their
Nebulous
Feelings? Oh! Edison
Singing of Mary’s wandering lambs
If rot is kin to
Genus and to species
I doubt
That time will heal this
Aching heart
But maybe
Death
Just brings a new beginning. Oh!
A mother and her nursing
Baby. Maybe self is found
In these melodies
A moonlit Scott
Sings, Mon ami
Pierrot. Tragedy —
Burning the chocolate chip cookies
If rot is kin to
Genus and to spеcies
I doubt
That time will heal this
Aching hеart
But maybe
Death
Just brings a new beginning. Oh!
A mother and her nursing
Baby. I am blind to these
Blinding dreams that shove me
Through miracle doorways where
The door shoves me back
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Berry Lyrics – Progeny