I talk to totems and to trees
To butterflies and bumblebees
To tailismans and tarot reads
Departed friends and to Ritchiiiiieeeee!
I ask my angels, heckos please?
And this is how they're answering
When I woke up and chose to see
To walk from what seemed so sturdy
They brought you as a gift to me
I say okay, so why'd he leave?
I hear, has your life been a beach?
You're meant to learn and grow through grief
To turn your light on and to teach
To open up your mouth and speak
And with your wings and writing reach
A lightning bug and lion chief
