Looking back faded memories, of a country star long gone,
the bright lights and smoke, each night the music played on.
His name on the Marquee, awards to show his fame,
now a broken old recluse, his only friend is his shame.
Wild women, a boosted ego, straight whiskey filled his glass,
mansions, and limousines, his life strictly first class.
Loyal fans, a lapsed memory, of the love left at home,
a wife and child bore his name, now forgotten and alone.
Then one night in the spotlight, a haunting voice in his ear,
a desperate need to go home, he left the stage gripped in fear.
Lights flashing, sirens blaring, a stranger leads him away,
he said, I'm sorry to inform you, your wife and child were D.O.A.
They were dead on arrival, my whole world slipped away,
on a love I took for granted, forty years ago today.
In the spotlight I neglected, all the love we shared before,
the haunted voice, the blazing flames, nothing matters anymore.
All that's left is this broken man, in the corner my old guitar,
calloused fingers and the memories, of the once superstar.
No voice left for music, only shame and bitter pain,
The ghosts and that old guitar have drove me insane.
By...Debbie
Believe it or not I wrote this for my son in-law to chop up and make into a country song ballad, boy did he chop it up. lol
