“Green Single Rose” by PIGSY
There I could never be, a god
I cry mother
Never sick or good
I bloomed from laneway games
From the start
Slow as the fastest
I never did trust the quick
I had a quick mind
And strong back, I was fighting.
Impusiveness was always against me
No forelock problem, I grow a fast one
Which seems to me smart
For life
I live with the pain
And now chomping at the bit,
As if I were Cy of Jean-Michel
No hate just love for me
All are tragic
When a mother disintegrates
A soul lived as it breathes all in and out
And nothing can hurt hurt hurt
Or break true love love love
I knew her and hope gave her joy
Never the brightest light
Now in eternal night
But mam gracefully understood