Angela's Asylum

Droned and dancing
To an Irish tune,
Worshipping the power
Of the invisible Moon,

Bagpipes sing a
Funeral song,
Knowing so well,
We sing along.

But it's all okay because,
In the end,
We'll all dance again
With our good friends.

In a line we dance
Under the stars,
Laughing and living,
We know who we are.

My Irish Grandma, at her
Funeral played
The Bagpipes just for me...

Made me happy,
Made me cry.

She looked down just now
At the dancing angels
And played from atop the
Live Oak tree.

In a circle we sit,
Clouds hide the stars.
Crying and dying,
We are who we are.

Bagpipes sing a
Joyous song,
Knowing so well,
We sing along.

It's all okay because,
In the end,
We'll all dance again
With our good friends.

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