Life passes best I can hope  for someone to remember my lessons learned It was early in the evening in the valley of the cry I was drinking whiskey waiting to die She put her arms around me pulled me to her breast Lost my soul in her chest Older than age in her face self pity was what I'd erase perfumed mind filled pillow case Words came in a flurry said sharing of the night but not in her bed Special images demon died wrote songs and music cried warm her body next to me It was in the spring laid her body down love of life my crown  Words dance off the pen fields of green I have been every word a chance to grow Life passes best I can hope  for someone to remember my lessons learned