I didn't go to your funeral today.
Wasn't well enough.
Part of me feels guilty, but not because of you,
Just because there's an expectation to go to funerals.
Really, I don't mind though.
I don't mind not thinking 'goodbye' in the direction of a coffin
While a man talks about things I don't believe in.
You and I said goodbye not long ago,
And it's a memory I'll forever cherish.
How fragile you were, yet how strong you became
Under the weight of your mother's death.
How you took my own grieving mother under your arm,
Outstretched in love, and asked her if she'll be OK.
And then you turned and looked at me, called me by name,
Walked over to me and asked how I was.
Said goodbye and gave me a hug.
How much your old personality shone through in that moment,
After years of mental health problems but you were still my auntie Jackie.
I didn't go to your funeral today,
But I've got the best memory of us parting ways.

Naked
Like water
Full of beauty
With your fingers
Write your love
On my heart

Leave me by the forrest creek where the flowers grow, well I don't know where it leads but dear I' gotta go. But honey babe am I walking too fast? Not even my God will tell me if these flowers last.

I've been everywhere but here, I've been all around. Been where daisies disappear, my dear I've nearly drowned. So honey babe am I walking too fast? Not even my God will tell me if these flowers last.

I've seen the sun give birth to the sound of Spring, seen roses live and die, babe I've seen everything. But honey babe am I walking too fast? Not even my God will tell me if these flowers last.

I'm praying for the water to take me to an open spring, where darkness disappears and dear I'll hear you sing. But honey babe am I walking too fast? When not even my God will tell me if these flowers last.

There are purple trees inside this head,
The roots grow down to my toes.
And the purples leaves (as my mother said)
are colours that no other knows.

For I was born in a heartless world of red,
As blue rained from the sky.
But my soul's a seed (as my mother said),
From which purple began to rise.

I am now a Forrest of red and blue,
and colours you cannot see.
And I may not be you, or you,
But I am most definitely me.

So tell me a lie / a label / a truth,
That is primary to believe.
But I am not a red and blue youth,
For I am full of purple trees.