Mister InBetween

Sit with Mister InBetween; he's a scream
Walking in between the silent and the blind
Come with him, dare; splinters in the mind
His chest bears west and his face to the pink east sun
Eyes in the yellow behind brown parting brow; highlighted red

Red about mine eyes; yellow daisy soul lost with black hole
Weightless lifted a body, music filled the soul
Covered the invisible hidden hole
Temporary scars ripped the body with wounds fed sin

What was Bob Marley talking about in "Redemption Songs"?
Who was he talking to?
Could he have been talking to Mister InBetween?
Who was Mister InBetween?
What was his purpose
Why was it necessary for he to have been
Is he the father to the child named Jim
Without his death, he could never have been

Mister InBetween, what is left of thy soul?
What is left of it; please give to your son
   ... so he may have that much more in his new life
You need not your soul anyhow
Battling made the soul worn thin
Anyhow, how is now; tomorrow maybe never
Close mine eyes eternally; make love to thyself for that's all that is
And then there is always now, one's breath, that lightness in the mind, blackness to the eyes, momentary

Then back to the room of reality; crowded with people
Apparitions are thin and translucent, easily seen through; marks in the veil
There are things missed about Mister InBetween, but his cancer killed him
Let's not shed a tear, ever
Just toss a yellow daisy on his grave and smile at his son
He didn't die in vain leaving such a beautiful spawn

Never give a rose, a rose is for death of sadness
The daisy is for celebrated death and for better luck next time
So toss a daisy of the grave of Mister InBetween
Kiss his son, his daisy child
Stroke his long brown hair, highlighted red about brow
Hair just like daddy's with an extra quarter of soul
Eyes pained by torture, but alive with pride
Lips kissed by beauty and a yellow daisy in the dirt

A circle of friends gather about the grave of Mister InBetween
The poetry's read aloud by them
Sand from the beach he slept upon, sprinkled on the grave
The silver cross hung about the corner of the stone
Where words read:
"Here he lies, may it be in peace, pain in his life, death his release
Peace is all he wished for so may death bring peace to his new door"

Put a daisy on his grave; he always loved daisies
Think of him whenever "Black" is played, as I do
Then smile with his son
His son with the war band, the scar and tattoo