For days i watched this moth in the ceiling of my garage
flying from corner to corner, playing tag on my car top as the days passed
Look at him, flickering his wings all over without a care in the world
Pitching, flying, flying, pitching, in the air making a twirl
Then i thought to myself, how cool would life be to be a moth
All these problems i face i would have forgotten
Flying where ever i choose
Leaving all my problems behind, what better is there to choose
But one day, when i drove home and parked my car, i looked up and saw no moth
He is normally here, where did his little wings bring him,he is not in his spot
Then i looked down at my feet and there he was, flapping his wings on the floor
He could not fly anymore
I picked him up, held the little creature in my hand until the last flap left his wing
We flesh beings are powerless against death, no matter how great we think we are
Moth or Man, the book of death is never closed to anyone, opened or ajar
Good by my little moth, i hope you sleep well
Will i see you again, only death can tell ,
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flying from corner to corner, playing tag on my car top as the days passed
Look at him, flickering his wings all over without a care in the world
Pitching, flying, flying, pitching, in the air making a twirl
Then i thought to myself, how cool would life be to be a moth
All these problems i face i would have forgotten
Flying where ever i choose
Leaving all my problems behind, what better is there to choose
But one day, when i drove home and parked my car, i looked up and saw no moth
He is normally here, where did his little wings bring him,he is not in his spot
Then i looked down at my feet and there he was, flapping his wings on the floor
He could not fly anymore
I picked him up, held the little creature in my hand until the last flap left his wing
We flesh beings are powerless against death, no matter how great we think we are
Moth or Man, the book of death is never closed to anyone, opened or ajar
Good by my little moth, i hope you sleep well
Will i see you again, only death can tell ,
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