You used to sleep with your hands clutched on your chest
And a newspaper bent above your head like a tent
To close your mind from the clutter of the rest
And have a peaceful nap that took you back to the nest.
Sometimes I catch myself sleeping the same
With my hands right over the middle of chest.
And rain falls against my window pane
As I try to feel alright and not depressed
That life is so short it leaves you drained.
I looked up to you and you looked down at me
But it always felt like you were equal to me.
Your compassion inspires me still, today
To be a little nicer in every possible way.
Tears in my eyes come when I think of you, still
And the fears in my mind all seem to disappear.
You used to lay down and read Swan's Way
I'm saving that book for some other day.
Maybe it'll be the last thing I read before I go
To the world you're in where everything glows.
I'll be there someday and my mind knows
That in every way my heart always shows
The light of the moon in the dark
So I keep on feeling the magic spark.
You're one of the lights at the end of the sky
Upon the rainbow where the rain falls high
And my stomach is a pit from time to time
When thinking of you makes me feel fine.
But then I realize you've actually died
Maybe next time I'll get to say goodbye.
And "How do I say goodbye?"
"Its always the good ones that have to die."
