Five Minutes Before I Found Out My Mother Died by Jason Visconti Lyrics

was with my best friend
being brought up by the clouds
of a summer afternoon.
In one hand I held a stickbat taped with orange stripes,
a slim stick meant for toying with on sunny days
one that painted all my childhood.
The other fidgeted with a bout of schophrenia
I wouldn't know for years. The day so far was good,
I told my friend what he meant to me
and I was glad to have at least him
when the field had enough children
to fill its diamond. I trusted in the sunshine
pouring down my face, all the automobiles
with their shiny car fenders
that never seemed to move, the sidewalk
we followed never seemed to change.
But history has a funny way of correcting itself.
My mother stole me away from my schoolyard,
she laid the bats and balls
alongside the fence
for others to pick up and play
and now in my later years
where is my joy.