ON THE
WIND
The
wind blows through my window, as I think of you
today.
I
hear your voice soar on the breeze, why did you go
away?
I
know your sky turned black, you became an army of
one.
But
you left the battle early, before the war was fought and
won.
The
voice of an angel, singing celestial songs of
sorrow
It
breaks the hearts of those you loved, knowing there's no
tomorrow
Your voice was not just heard, but
it touched our very souls
A
wordsmith, artist, poet, you showed so many people, the deepness of the
hole
You
were the clown who kept on laughing, to hide his sadness from the
world
The
media they hounded you, their aim, your private life
unfurled
The
fishbowl life of stardom, was not your chosen thing
Anyone could see that, through the
"Nutshell" lyrics you would sing
We
felt your pain and anguish, with every word you
spoke
And
that fateful day in April, well my heart it simply
broke
The
sense of sadness and of loss, was tangible for all
We
loved and we adored you, nobody wanted you to fall
So
now your bodies gone, your soul eternally at rest
Many round the world say as a
singer, you were the very best
But
you were also a person, trapped inside your skin
To
tell you how loved and missed you are, where do I
begin?
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Cheers
Steve
"Loneliness is not a phase, field of pain is where I graze. Saw my reflection and cried, so little hope that I died"