beloved, don’t lie

la la la la
oh happy day,

sister princess of mine plays the gospel
loud and clear in the kitchen
where the light from the early Sunday morning
shines brighter than it seems with sun glasses

oh happy day,
talking ‘bout those happy days
before the funerals of our beloved strolled together
week after week all month long.
we hated November for years.

la la la la
why do these shadows come?

silly girl,
you don’t believe in god.