Adapted from the poem "Priscilla" by Christopher Walonski
lyrics
I can only feel for you
I cannot feel as you
I know the limits of my empathy,
Priscilla
Your parents love you
Even if they aren't blood
you should treat them just the same
When I think of you
I think of what you've been through
A tiny pallbearer ,you could barely reach the handle,
Priscilla
There was a father
whose laugh was yellow
He had the cure for
waiting room silence,
Priscilla