A faint memory of a warm simple kiss,
A gentle press of one's lips...
For a friend and her dear husband, who will soon...
Just because you see it rise...
They said two months three days ago...
Last night I get a call saying hospice...
Tall tree, small tree
which one are you...
You are my guiding angels.
You are my shining lights...
The animalistic choking
As I laid and suffocated...
I figured out the pieces of me through all of...
through all of the signs I've missed...
I was born your angel
not in the sense of the good girl...
He lived in darkness
And when he finds his way out...
I know you may not understand
So I'd like to help you to...
Please don't cry girl..
I know you miss him...
amelie, bamelie, zamelie, doo
I ask, what has become, of you...