Everytime I get pushed to the ground,
I know you wouldn't have backed down.
To see you again I'd throw life away,
But you motivate me to see sun today.
You taught me nothing is as it seems,
And showed us all what a life means.
Each guitar note reminds me of you,
Remembering you loved me back too.
I know if you were here right now,
You would have never turned me out.
The old six string whines your name,
While I scream God's name in vein.
What God has the heart to do this?
Why couldn't it be me on his list?
You should be worshipped from above,
But your feats were written in blood.
In eighteen years of built up hate,
I learned helping a life can't wait.
I guess I met you a little too late,
When you needed my help you met fate.
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