Vultures Pray

I watched, a vulture today, gliding and circling his pray.
The dead, the rotten, that which is tossed away and forgotten.
A young man watches his mother's fight with death, and preys.

And the vultures circles his pray.
The young man conceived in his thoughts,
can't you just die? I have things to do,
sorry, they don't include you.
I have told you everthing you wanted to hear.
Now just go on and leave me dear.
Don't hang on, because of me!  I'm waiting to be free.
Free of your silly woe's and plea's, free of your controlling me.

And the vulture circles his pray.
Hope this don't take to long! Sure hope nothing goes wrong!
Maybe, death will win today?

Mom, don't you worry, I'll be okay,
remember, you taught me, all your ways.
The vulture circles his pray.