Za's Stair - 42 Years

42 years, but nothin's left
You snuck 42 by the Reaper

8 or 9 lives, you musta lost count
Every five years will kill ya

Make a big play, get shot down
Your flames are someone's meteor
Headin' to an island until you drown
At least it won't be crowded

The number 42, they say it's significant
Something mathematic or circular thinking
I don't know, and remain ignorant
Of the swirling devices of moon-lovin' loons

Gotta remember after it snows
The roof thuds aren't malicious
The only real play is to look away
It sags meekly when unnoticed

Two or three times were earnest attempts
To translate the language of forgiveness
I could be a crater, always misplaced
Reflecting yet rejecting all the reasons given

It's not my home - it's not my place
This blackened wound in your soul
I see it coming and I stand still
It yells at me for being

42 years, nothin's left
You got 42 by the Reaper
8 or 9 lives, musta lost count
Every five years you lose one

42 years, but nothin's left
You snuck 42 by the Reaper

Written by:
Frank DiPietro

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