St. Tom, 1941

Quick, gather your thoughts and remember this Cause when it goes it goes quick Faster than the mumbling and his mental slip I sit, stared and watched him drift Try to remember when he wasn't sick Now, remember how he never quit Not a man but bull with no whip This unbearable weight and pressure Could cripple a bridge You're not gone, you're just harder to see But I'll see you, in everything