Then where was your mother dear
Unless your wish was a petrie dish
Which would then make it very clear
Why you think you were born alone my dear
Poor you in your death wish to
For alone you shall never be
Slip your hand from this side
And the other takes your hand
You see
Souls are never left alone
I want to make that clear
Never for a moment
Unless you choose not to hear
Which most people do
Because it's harder the other way
To stand the tide
Of what the other's would have to say
Which makes it hard
To live in this life today
That's why Meds now rule the way
