I said good-bye to a friend yesterday
and I didn't cry,
no I didn't descend into my catacomb of life's losses
or uncork the bottle of tears I've been saving
for a day just like this one.
I freed an albino moth from a spider web
and it felt so good, so good I wished
someone would do that for me;
I may have ripped its wing a bit,
but at least it won't be devoured tonight,
live one more soft and starry night,
bacause I don't want to be somebody's dinner either.
What did I do to deserve this?
What's the lesson I'm trying, trying to learn?
Would it be so lousy to admit
I get lonely sometimes
and desires burn a hole in my reason?
If I fall into that blind spot,
there is no one to set me free;
Mary, pray for us sinners,
sweet Mary, pray for me.
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