This poem's about my Dad. I wrote it about 1 month before he died of cancer. He was diagnosed June 2000. I went throught hell. Seeing him suffering, knowing I'm losing my Dad. So this poem is basicly about how Cousin Kevin's music helped me through my hard time. and sorry that it sucks so hard. I'm not much of a poet, I'm a drummer.
I hear the songs everyday,
The sounds, they just put me away,
To a time besides today,
A place I'd love to stay.
The flowing chords become a tune,
They sing throughout the afternoon,
The hours pass but not too soon,
Oh..back in June.
I'd turn it up and sing along,
If only I, I'd belong,
Into this world with nothing wrong,
Fine all along.
When the endless nights go by,
Each one with a teary eye,
The breathing tank pumps to die,
Those songs stay so high.
If this were to turn around,
I'd listen to that same sound,
The sound that helped me all around,
The music that I found.
