Progress so far "Rabbit Byrd"

Magnolia trees
Swaying in the Magnolia breeze
Blowing underneath your door
Grasping your chest
Grasping for breath
When the dirty rice hit the floor

Traffic lights hang
Swaying in the Magnolia breeze
Taking their time to turn green
Standing by your casket
You still looked alive
With your collar starched and clean

You never said harsh words
to anyone or anything
And you'd hear out every last complaint
And your wife you know
you didn't treat her like a lady
You know you treated her just like a saint

Quickly and quietly you left us alone
with a longing that only always grows
And if I could learn to love half as you did
I'd do the world good enough, I suppose


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  ¶ 4:42 PM