(HE LIVED...HE FELL..)
THE MUSIC...
https://youtu.be/aWIE0PX1uXk
He fell and the world that had once held him up failed to catch him.
He fell and the liquid in the bottle only served to sage his beast when he imbibed, the drugs only when he soared on their their clouds of euphoria.
He fell from the blue skies and the light of the sun shined on his skin as he approached rock bottom.
A streaking meteor had he become, his fiery Impact shattered dreams.
Such a sad melody as choir sang and orchestra played.
He once conductor now the plaintive strains of a heart wrenching tale told on a low lit stage.
His fathers words echoing in his ears.
He fell stabbed by the knife and pierced by the bullet.
He became the words in an obituary as tears were weeped in honor of his demise.
Dearly departed and all that.
Once a mighty tree his seed all he had left behind.
Baby green sprigs growing from the ashes of his life.
Once he had been a promising star shining in the heavens.
Today he lay cold and hard, a lesson to those who would listen.
A warning to those who would not.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
