My little brother Joey
Has gone to heaven!
Pray do not ask how, -- Indeed, he has started to think-- How did it sound!
And yet it will be done as sure as cows come home at night for milking
Perhaps you're going too! Who knows? If you should get there first, Save just little place for him
Close to the one he lost at birth! The smallest "robe" will fit him fine, and a little "crown" will do;
For you know he will not mind his dress when he home.
I'm glad I don't believe it; he’s trying to leave this earth. I’d like to have him want to look take some time to look at a
Curious earth. The mid autumn afternoon he left thus each heed look around and felt this world close in on he,
I know that no one else could be as miserable as he.
The world is grand alone must remain insane, just the same,
Hoping, trying heartless to make my life end, instead the suffering remains.
Why can’t the doctors, the psychologists help me to be separated from all of this?
To have true happiness is with my wife two boys a normal family life
With friends where fun dwells. the air swells with laughter continuing on
To resonate the bells of Liberty Ward Tower I breathe grey air, see scurry things charging in and out of realty,
Ugly objects always unconcerned not caring, least of all for me
The days pass on, on and on, but his mood remains with him
Long not forgotten misery has given sad memories to everyone.
Now just a way of life, he’s on the l nervous break down road
That winds, twins and intertwines, through the dark day and night
Someday, I pray, he will get well; leave his room and home,
With the messy bed , tattered books, dirty clothes strung about behind..
Pathetically waiting, yet unconcerned should try to
Arrange then more appropriately where they would look
More pleasing to the eye.
Impossible! His bedroom will never be anything but misery to anyone who might enter with a
Reproachful eye and try to change it before he dies.
And only show the marks and mess that still exist
Because of his hyper-bipolarize and hypo bipolarizes state of mind...
Fix the table, erase the writing on the wall, but alas
Arrangement cannot exist where mess persists.
He finally sits contented and happy
That I like no one else must stay,
I cannot leave the room before fall because today
I’m finally free you see
I ‘m taking a cab to the capital to finally pass it all to my deity.
My lives in heaven I’m finally free.
