The Big ManWhen he died the sun went out, When the big man died the warmth faded. Some kind of virus turned off the flame Like a light switch. A little bitta heat went out the world; A big fire Spluttered before it died. One little virus Like an icy pail, Like a hosepipe, When the big man died. We all felt that bit more colder; The grammer of God Stop making sense When the Messiah-man; The Shalom-speaker Died. When the light went out And it felt a bit more darker. Though, maybe If we could get a bit warmer, If we could hold each other When we're crying; If we could see; If we could get Messiahed ... He could come alive again, Like the way he always wanted: In amongst us, Closer now, A bit more real. |