A Life Unfinished
As I sit here with his music blaring I wonder what he would be sharing if he was still here with us.Would he, had been more time, added more his ryme and maybe changed the world if only there had been more time. if only had only been more ryme.
The world will be a more somber place, his spirit now in a state of grace. And though he is gone his music remains to take us back to a point where life was full and things were sweet and the sound of music going tweet tweet tweet.
But that was not to be you see, his was an unfinished life over to soon, His light gone out, no more to shine. An unfinished life with so much more to say, an unfinished life sad in a way.
But mourn not my friend, for though he maybe gone, his spirit was his music that will live on and on,
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