Your youth lets you be kind
My age keeps me running blind
Your books teach you a lesson
The streets have taught me mine

I fell in love with your bright blue eyes
And your little boy grin
With your hands on my face
You ask how I’ve been

Crib to the Casket

The sky blue eyes of time
The only thing to see is
What we live and die for
And what someday we’ll be

My hands aren’t foreceps
To snatch you from the womb
I’m the baby who cries and screams
Locks herself in her room

Crib to the Casket

A plot with a box picked out
Marble to keep you company
What we live and die for
And what someday we’ll be

Crib to the Casket