Tex said, "The cancer healed the breach."
But it wasn't enough to save that little peach
Heart muscle torn, he's bee unborn
No interests swirling 'round him
Two letters done, his companion
He lies smoking in his garden
Roland needed his eye medicine
The nurse made a mistake and she poured the wrong shit in
His second year those inflated tears like rain on an opaque window
Corneas scarred he plays in the yard
Searching for those bright moments
My caste like an enzyme in my blood
Taking years off my life, pulling a funeral hood
Face is half gone, cancer sores drawn
A curtain of his infection
Calcified fate, he found a loose grate
Deep in the dark protection