A Means to and End
Clearly a night of destiny
but the harmony must be kept.
Our melody was your blues, of course.
The lyrics were your death.
"Afraid of your own shadow"
"Cant seem to catch your breath"
Our "life without you" seems unfair
to live on past your death.
"Little Wings" now carry you.
Are you "in the face of grace"
"The Angels have waited"
and now you'll "take your place"
So "now they have their way", I see.
Of you remains one trace.
For you they feel such "pride and joy"
For us, an absent space.
"Walking the tightrope,
was a shame and a sin."
"Caught up in a whirlwind"
"What a means to an end."
Tribute to Stevie Ray Vaughn
Mikissa
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