Tonight, you can die a little and lend a little life to the dead so you can touch each other, like finger tips on glass.
How do you serve the sacrifices and suffering that all your dead took on to BE, incarnate and then dying then dead, so you can be here right now? They all had to go through this life, then be dead on top of it all. I wish they could help me sometimes. I talk to my grandma, ask her to help me hold it together when shit gets so rough. But they've already done so much. I want my dead to rest. Or listen to music. However joy looks once you're finally done, I pray for them to have it. I rolled them a joint.
I want them to know it is appreciated, all their living and dying. And that I'm sorry I'm not better, more, worth all that.
I'm sorry - Ziggy Alberts (acoustic)
