Rouse Dust And Bones
Sometimes you can learn that
Life has to change its normal way
To render evidence of your big inferiority
Snatching some bosom friend
Well known from your tender age
Who someday had to say “I’ll see you again”
Dust and bones! Dust and bones!
We lost you suddenly
Last moment was painfully hard
But you didn’t want us to have a dismal remembrance of you
We all note the absence of your inherent sympathy
Getting slimmer and falling ill, cancer won again
Dust and bones! Dust and bones!
Yes better people are always the first ones to leave
You were not an exception it was a chance you had to take
You’ll never be forgotten
You’re much more than a pile of dust and bones...
