when i die bury me in his backyard,
under his apple tree
i know i could never make him proud but maybe in eternity
side by side we can both find peace.
i dream of baseball games and ice cold pops,
of a childhood could’ve been,
diving into swimming pools –
a happy childhood would’ve been.
a penny dropping to the bottom,
i am a penny dropping to the bottom,
but i never did grant his wish.
i was good i pulled my weight
but there were things i couldn’t change,
when i die bury us side by side
one day we’ll try again.