The innocence experiencing loss
As an Adult, finds fault
Memory fading now, seeking some-how
Remembering
who am i
why, by whom, this i spawned …
and why both must die, while alive
to Exist and Know
WE learn, and [un]willingly Let Go
Ebbing, Flowing
beLIEving, then kNowing
yearning, for yet another return
How It Yearns
Matt Watts
Every Monday, would it be Sunday
The day she’ll be wearing sunflowers on her skirt?
Every time I see you around
Oh, “i” don’t believe them
Oh, I don’t believe them
As they kisS their baby
The day she’ll be wearing sunflowers on her skirt?
Every time I see you around
Oh, “i” don’t believe them
Oh, I don’t believe them
As they kisS their baby
My mother and father
Love one another
As the Lord
Does love them
And it looks so easy
Yeah, it looks so easy
It’s not that easy
After all
Love one another
As the Lord
Does love them
And it looks so easy
Yeah, it looks so easy
It’s not that easy
After all
Sister, while my voice is still strong
And while we still remember
How IT feels
How it hurts
And how IT yearns
And while we still remember
How IT feels
How it hurts
And how IT yearns
Well every Monday, would it be Sunday
The day we’ll go see all our friends?
Every time I see them
Oh, I don’t believe them
Oh, “i” don’t believe them
As they K.I.S.S. their babies
As they kiss their babies
As they kiss their babies
The day we’ll go see all our friends?
Every time I see them
Oh, I don’t believe them
Oh, “i” don’t believe them
As they K.I.S.S. their babies
As they kiss their babies
As they kiss their babies
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