Lovely man
His songs remain secret
Its meaning unknown
Considered, a strange bird
From his hatred, of cheaters
Liars and pain
He toiled for 6 years
Writing music
He finally got out it, and fled to Chicago
Bad relationship
No meaning
He sits by the Ohio River alone
Thinking, and crying, his heart dying
His heart dying SAYING
WHY ME? WHY ME?
The waters flow past, younger. Than he is
His pain deeper than ever
Feeling as if he was caught among girders that smashed kneecaps.
Praying he wont die of stress, and get dark soon
He sat that as quiet as the evening
Not knowing if his ghost will drift home soon.