The stairs are my highway to higher grounds
the top of the roof seems miles away...

When looking for a color
I must say...

I have been watching two icons
being laid to rest...

Farewell color green
orange is in style...

Death is part of life
it lives inside of us...

What has become of me
is a woman dealing with allergies...

Faded wallpaper
the floors are squeaking...

My "Queen of Soul"
you took your last breath...

I had a vision of a blue mountain
with wings at the bottom...

Darkness and me, we are a team
then there is this hippie waiting to be born...

When our heart is sore
emotions are overly tired...

Strength is a reflection of her eyes
a fighter on the battlefield...