Your Song Your Life, Stolen by Elliot Treasure

Delayed was your departure from this world

Ended with a single stroke of bad luck

Crashing your dreams, like the bottle to your scalp

He had but one job, one important role to play

Yet he failed you, didn’t he?

 

Drinking away his days, for what?

Sure the apartment was small

One wife, one daughter

Crammed into one tiny room

Was it really that bad?

 

You had always made the honor roll

Skin fair, with hair as red as the rising sun

Stranger to cops, Respected amongst peers

A daughter he should have held dear

 

Wife had always been at his side

Bills paid on time, friends covering his back

Pay was steady, albeit not that great

Was it really that bad?

 

Life was hard for you, because of him

Disgusting, loathsome, drunk

No one should have ever called him father

He had but one job, one important role to play

Yet he failed you, didn’t he?

 

To celebrate your rise, yet cause an untimely demise

Forced to wake amongst the living, yet imitate the dead

Sentenced to life, with no parole

He had but one job, one important role to play

Yet he failed you, didn’t he?

 

Though, you never complained

Rather, you sought a new life

Following down a different path

Forging something true, something you knew you had to do

 

I remember the days you spent honing your craft

Polishing, re-stringing, practicing on that six string of yours

Performing on every street corner

Auditioning every chance you got

Perfecting something true, something you knew you had to do

 

Lashing out in defiance

Speaking to all who would hear

Targeting the children of misfortune

So they may know, they are never alone

Above all else, you wanted to show the world

You would no longer be the victim

 

Ironic?

 

To have come so close

Yet yield no respectable resolution

Such is the way of this world, some days

On the other hand though

What else did you have to lose?

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