I asked the birds
    What's it like to fly
They abruptly replied
    *What's it like to drive

Give me your hands dear
and ill show you a new world
a world of color

Oh what a bother
Not having a father
the other kids all seem so fair

As they race and play catch
And they bet on whose best
I'm left all alone in despair

Oh what a bother not having a father
Oh how lonely a life this can be

Oh what a shutter
not having a mother
the mothers they all seem so kind

They cook for their children
and smile as they greet them
but my mother has left me behind  

Oh what a shutter not having a mother
Oh how lonely a life this can be

Here she lies still
Breaking the box spring
Twisting words around
Her father's wedding ring

"Dying," she whispers
Her hand on her chest
Prepares for the evening
Of eternal unrest

There's a creak from the closet
There's a crash from outside
A boneyard war being waged
A corpse trying to hide

"It's never enough,"
That's what we'll assume
The dead go on living
And their dreams are exhumed

Bust through the coffin lid
Break your own heart
The dead and the dying
Are only six feet apart

She woke up to hot coffee
A beautiful morning it seemed
The sun was shining
The birds were playing
Little did she know
She would soon be praying
Her house phone starting ringing
The birds suddenly stopped singing
She heard the words
But they didn’t make sense
Not her son,
A car accident?
Words were all jumbled as she scratched on the pad
She had to go to him
No time to be sad
She raced down the highway
To the Emergency Room
Running past blurred faces
All full of gloom
She got there in time
He was conscious but still
Her little boy, she was ready to ****!
He’d only been driving for a few weeks
She got past that fear, but now only weeps
How could this happen
To the son she so loves
Here comes the doctor, putting on his gloves
She wanted to ask him, but didn’t want to know
She was hiding the terror, she just couldn’t show
He looked at her sadly
And said with a sigh,
It’s time to say your final goodbye
*She had to go
She had to see
The tragedy,
wrapped around the tree,

The night engulfed her fear
Her love lose did she dare,
The tree bled red tears

Beyond the brush
Shining through the dust
She picks up

A phone
A number
A message
Mom I'll be home soon