Z-Old Release: nine one ninety five

once I thought I saw a man his name was ninety five I asked him where he was going and where he had been said I'm just leaving for Arizona see I've got a sun up there then I told him to have a good day and he just smiled and laughed he boarded the train on the plain or felt for horseback whips slept one or two hours he seemed so familiar I could not place a finger his grown of grey soon disappeared and I was left to ponder where I had seen him before and how I knew him so well then I saw another entity who's name was one the crown he wore was red and he carried a staff he never talked about anything but himself he walked around with clouds beneath him yet he never seemed to notice only that he wasn't being served I soon left for his company I could not stand and I wandered and began to travel to see what I could see I came to a woman who's name was nine her crown was that of sand and I laughed as she smiled she wore clothing of grace and I knew her dilapidation was not rust she gave me all the world's dance to see her as she truly was she knew well one and ninety five, for it was her son and father how those two could be intertwined I could but guess but I just smiled and watch her put swans to shame so graceful and so true so beautiful yet strangely sad a real sense of tragedy clothed her as she wept for her son and rejoiced for her father where her husband was I could not guess perhaps down in the ground cold and dead to bad he can't be here to bad he can't be alive he could watch them dance nine one ninety five yet he is not dead he's there behind her both stand only to state a flower on the grave, she soon turned away, and suddenly I realised it was I she was mourning for, nine one ninety five God protect and bless nine one ninety five yes indeed nine one ninety fiveWritten October 26th, 2001 © on Oct 26 2001 08:48 AM PST, Michael Edward London    abuse • lyrics