An Elegy - The Free Design

When he went away for the last time

It wasn’t so easy, words were hard to find

And the cows in the barn knew it was milkin' time

Must of been real hard to leave everything behind

Over there a moonless night shiverin' a secret fright

It wasn’t so easy

And how many missions more and where to and what for?

Ask the government, tell it to the cows in the barn

Then there was a moon, what did the moon see?

Saw the blade of grass in one boy’s eye

And pain that’ll make you glad you’re dyin'

Hands that dribbled a basketball

Voice that sang out of tune

Love that ended too soon

A nose that bled for better reasons

When he went away for the last time

It wasn’t so easy, words were hard to find

And the cows in the barn knew it was milkin' time

It was milkin' time but he was so far away

So far away that even prayers could not reach

So he died there

When he came back for the last time

It wasn’t so easy, words were hard to find

And we buried him before it was milkin' time

The preacher said it was all right, the Lord is my Shepherd

But I shall want to know why