Dearly I am writing, surely I am trying, to grip my soul from inside so I can stop what’s crying, the tree to to you is not a tree to me, enter my mind so you can see, what it is that sets me free, 2:02 Sunday morning, around a bed loudly mourning, locked hands, sweat beads, crying over the sound of need, forever changed in my mind because the tree means more to me, writing down what comes to mind, when I say love 3 times, nana, nana, nana, fe fi fana, boom bam bi bana, nana, running around as kids, never knew there would be a day like this, we all thought we’d never die, but you gotta say goodbye, why? Place your flowers on the handle, so you she can grab them when she ambles, into heaven she went fourth, where judgement was no worry, floating fourth into her home. Forever safe and not alone.