“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