Progeny - Berry

If rot is kin to Genus and to species

I doubt that time will heal this aching heart

But maybe

Death just brings a new beginning, oh

A mother and her nursing

Baby, what was spoken by

Early human beings

Shrouded in their Nebulous feelings

Oh, Edison

Singing of Mary’s wandering lambs

If rot is kin to Genus and to species

I doubt that time will heal this aching heart

But maybe

Death just brings a new beginning, oh

A mother and her nursing

Baby, maybe self is found

In these melodies

A moonlit Scott Sings, «Mon ami Pierrot»

Tragedy

Burning the chocolate chip cookies

If rot is kin to Genus and to spcies

I doubt that time will heal this aching hart

But maybe, maybe

Death just brings a new beginning, oh

A mother and her nursing

Death just brings a new beginning, oh

A mother and her nursing

Baby, I am blind to these

Blinding dreams that shove me

Through miracle doorways where

The door shoves me back