Green Flying Pigs Ruin Lives

Poor little child not a bird nor a bee
Your heart is lost in some strange sour sea
You're flying through life with a frown on your face
Wishing it would stop it seems like a race
To get to the end filled with worms, cold and clay
Alone in the dirt there's no one who'd pray
For a death more than life, your life is so dense
Flailing fear from your neutral fence

Mom and dad knew of it but nothing was done
Those green flying pigs just wouldn't succumb
Moms yells at dad and he's yelling right back
He yells so hard that his own soul attacks
In a place once thought pure, meant only for birds
It clenched him so hard that he fell without words
You were right there with salt in your jeans
He gasped out his air and tears licked this scene

Poor little child not a bird nor a bee
Kids point and laugh at you dead in your sea
You're wanting to be like one with the crowd
A bird or a bee, not some confused shrowd
Of desire and grief both painful and stuck
I will pray with you for some sound stroke of luck
And in the end you could be something the same
With one doctor's soft your life will be tame

Now my dear let's go s sailing into the deep
I know there's something a wailing in your creep
I see your arms they are a flailing, into the ground
I know you hate to go a sailing, you might drown.