when the fish was lured
by the bait and hook
he fell for the false
and wished all the worst away
i'm sure my father was the same
when he was thoughtful enough to care
for a person like the man he gave eight dollars and some change to
and wished him well with his all
when he turned his back he felt something sharp in his back
he laid there in the cold and bled to his death
and we all are laid to our death with this question on our mind:
why should a man that gives so much die giving as much as he could?
and here i am
singing songs like i knew what they mean
and here i am
looking over eulogy words i don't want to say
and here i am
crying with my family in the aeroplane
spreading his ashes as we fly overseas
as he wished
as he would have wanted.
i am so sorry i don't believe in best wishes
