So I've heard
There’s nothing like grandpas
There’s nothing like grandmas
There’s nothing like aunts, uncles
So I've heard
But I've only heard.

That there’s nothing like brothers,
There’s nothing like feathers
of a bird that ***** it’s wings together
Nothing…

There is nothing
So I’ve heard.

So I’ll tell you what nothing is like

Nothing is like death
Nothing is like the breathe
you take from the dead
Nothing is like the the mould you see
on a rotten bread

I’m not intending to rhyme

It’s the nothing that draws me to write and paint
It’s the nothing that keeps me up at night so late

Less clutter and clamour
Less issues and matters
Less talk and blabber

Nothing is what it’s like
Nothing is nothing to be frank

So the next time you say there’s nothing like…

Consider for a moment those who have lived without.