I can't help but wonder
How he used to cry.
Did he wail at the top of his lungs?
Or did he silently weep?

I can't help but think
About what he called his parents.
Mother? Father? Jane and John?
Or some sickly sweet pet name?

These thoughts fill my mind
Along with his contagious laugh.
His smile, his eyes,
His dying breath, soft, broken.

I plead for them to leave
Go, get out while they still can.
Before I explode, as he did,
Into undefined pieces of flesh.

I never knew him,
The man he wouldn't grow up to be.
So why is it that he had to leave
And leave his image with me?

Be at peace,
That is all I want,
Just do it without my help.
Without the added pain.

1.
Like a butterfly
You got caught in the net.
Your visions of flight
All twisted in futility.

Refrain:
If only you were not afraid.
No need to have flown away
Oh, just enough to fly (Surrender to the moment)
Fly away into the sun.

2.
A paper soul tears easily
Be free and float away
Guard the final gates
On the way to the Light.

S T, 22 April 2013