Journey 2 Being

By Alfred Brown

This is the poem where I finally got to use the sentence that had been rattling in my brain for a few years “Everything was fine until I got shot in the face.”  I wrote it first sometime, probably around 2013, then I did some edits to it around 2014 or 2015.  The intention with the edits was to make the poems into songs.

54 -running around

Running around can’t keep it straight
Got to be fast can’t stop to wait
Nothing works like it should
I would make it go faster if i could
Feeling like I’m making tons of mistakes
Can’t get it to work right those are the breaks
Can’t control my speed the handle’s gone
I feel like I’m driving on the Autobahn
And still some joker’s honking behind me
I’m looking for time cause time can’t find me
And so I’m just losing more and more
Wonderin what will be my final score
Will i have anything to show for my effort
Will it be worth the pain and hurt
Or will they say that he ran so fast
And that he still came in dead last

55 -it passes time

When i feel like a work of art
I’ll listen to some Mozart
But Mozart isn’t typical
In fact it’s only cyclical
I mostly prefer words in song
If there are some I’ll sing along
And if so i hope you don’t mind
I do it cause it passes time

When i feel like a ghetto shock
i’ll listen to some 2pac
When i feel like I’m in a lull
I’ll listen to some Jethro Tull
When i feel like my soul is hurt
I’ll listen to some Solomon Burke
When i feel like a poor sucker
I’ll listen to some John lee hooker
When i feel like a poetic fill in
I’ll listen to some bob Dylan

When i feel like a big bragger
I’ll listen to some Mic Jagger
When i feel like a wailing savant
I’ll listen to some Robert plant
When i feel like my soul needs flight
I’ll listen to some Gladys knight
When i feel like my soul was shook
I’ll listen to some Sam Cooke

When i feel like shaking my thang
I’ll listen to kool and the gang
When i feel like sailing away
I’ll listen to some Marvin gaye
When i feel like some dock sitting
I’ll listen to some otis Redding
When i feel like getting down
I’ll listen to some james brown

56 -everything was fine

C:
Everything was fine till i got shot in the face
It all went downhill from there

I’m a detective and i walk inside
After having looked everywhere
For the missing heiress bona-fide
Of an old infirmed millionaire

I see some shady looking guys and gals
Who’d long forgotten their real names
And I also see some femme fatales
But I’m not looking for fun and games

I go to the bartender at the bar
A strange place to find one i know
And say that I have looked both near and far
And where she is is where I must go

He says he don’t know nothin
About no fancy chick from nowhere
I say that’s a quadruple negative
Which makes me a quadraliteral square

He refused to talk to me after that
And i sorta kinda got the hint
So i ordered a drink that was short and fat
I said one julip make it mint

A patron said that there’s a name
For what you wish to concoct
And i said to that shapely dame
I know, and asked her, can we talk

She said sure whatcha wanna know
I’ll give if it starts with an area code
I said it ain’t your number I want though
Unless you got an heiress at your abode

She quickly looked around the bar
To see who might be listening
And then the mood went dark as tar
The sweat on my brow was glistening

She asked do I want to know the truth
I said I did, she said to follow her
She wouldn’t tell me the rest of the route
And I wonder to where she would lure

She then led me down out the back
And i suspect nodded to someone
But before i could even react
I felt in my spine the barrel of a gun

A voice to me said keep walking
And don’t turn around until i say
It led me to a lot for cars and parking
And not for people running away

I said to her I thought you were going
To tell me the truth about the heiress
She said I asked what you wanted knowing
Expecting me to tell it was careless

Then the gruff voice said turn around
For we had finally gone enough
I turned around to face the sound
And got a glance at mr. tough

He wasn’t an ugly guy per se
But I’d rather his wasn’t the last
Face I’d see before they
Gave and I received the blast

But that’s how it ended up
He aimed and shot the gun
And in my face it did erupt
And i became the ugly one

I never did find the heiress
I died in that forsaken lot
I wish I could tell you more than this
But this is all I got

By Alfred Brown

This is the poem where I finally got to use the sentence that had been rattling in my brain for a few years “Everything was fine until I got shot in the face.”  I wrote it first sometime, probably around 2013, then I did some edits to it around 2014 or 2015.  The intention with the edits was to make the poems into songs.

51 -now that I've died

No one told me, that i would die
They just said i should try to live
You might wonder what happens if
You lose the gift your parents give

C:
Now that I’ve died
I understand
What i was told
Back when alive
Now that I’ve died
I comprehend
Why for so long
I had to strive

i tell you it’s not so easy
To be without a beating heart
Not so easy to stop breathing
And not be able to restart
Not so easy to feel no pain
And feel no more pleasure either
Not so easy to once exist
And then next day you are not there

Not so easy to cry all night
And still produce no tear
Not so easy to wail aloud
And still no one will hear
Not so easy to never touch
And never hold another near
Not so easy to not outlive
Your father or your mother dear

It’s not so easy to be me
Now that I have now gone and died
It’s not so easy to explain
I’m sure you think that I have lied

52 -my point

Don’t hate me i didn’t choose this
Couldn’t decide to refuse this
It’s an order i carry out
And must follow with nary doubt

C:
This is the point
For me to make
And if adroit
For you to take

I was sent to go and stop you
And now that I’ve gone and caught you
I must complete my orders so
I can’t cut any corners no

Relax and you won’t feel a thing
Maybe a little maybe a sting
At most like an insect bit you
But this point I must make with you

Can’t hear me cause you’re sleeping sound
Don’t think you saw me creeping round
I came in quietly and soft
And now i hold my point aloft

And no we’ve never met to date
And so no chance you’ll get to hate
Me for what will be over soon
I’m just a pawn a lower goon

The ones who sent deserve your hate
I wish i’d been too soon or late
But here i am so it must be
At least my point is not rusty

53 -but i can't

I don’t want to run
But i can’t walk
I don’t want to yell
But i can’t talk

C:
I don’t want to do it
But i have no choice
No one ever listens
When you have no voice

I don’t want to act
But i can’t think
I don’t want water
But i can’t drink

I don’t want to rest
But i can’t sleep
I don’t want to sow
But i can’t reap

I don’t want to hate
But i can’t care
I don’t want to go
But i can’t be anywhere

I don’t want to lie
But i can’t conceal
I don’t want to be me
But i can’t be real

By Alfred Brown

This is the poem where I finally got to use the sentence that had been rattling in my brain for a few years “Everything was fine until I got shot in the face.”  I wrote it first sometime, probably around 2013, then I did some edits to it around 2014 or 2015.  The intention with the edits was to make the poems into songs.

49 -curry

If you know me, you know that i worry
Anxiety to me is like spice to curry
Even if you don’t want it, it will be there
It is the same anytime anywhere
It is to be expected, it is how it’s made
Since the beginning and so it’s stayed
Letting you know cause if you want without
You might as well go about another route

C:
If you got a good job
But it ain’t great
You get paid well
But you end up irate
If you know what I’m sayin
And ain’t gonna hate
Then you can call me up baby
Cause we got a date

I wish i didn’t feel like I’m running around
I wish i could feel like I’m on solid ground
But the ground keeps movin and i do too
And i don’t know what i am going to do
Cause i can’t keep it up but i can’t stop
One of these days i think I’m gonna pop
I try to keep cool but I’m going too hot
If you can handle it you can have what i got

50 -i just had to go

Don’t know if you can understand
Let me tell you it wasn’t planned
One day woke up and realized
To me all this time you had lied
So i decided then and there
To pack it up and go somewhere
i got my things and headed out
I hit the streets and walked about

C:
Cause i just had to go
couldn’t stay and still know
That you’d treat me cold
Despite all you had told
About loving me so
And love would grow and grow
So i went out the door
You wont see me no more

I met an old man on the road
I listened to the words he told
And there were great meaning to them
I asked him to say them again
He said, i see that you are lost
I see that you have paid great cost
I see that now you are afraid
I see that for too long you stayed

You stayed with her who was untrue
Until you knew what you should do
Open the door and walk away
Accept it all and come what may
I know it’s hard but it was right
To get your things and then take flight
Cause you deserve someone who will
Give love and be true to you still

I thanked him cause i was troubled
And for telling me this doubled
Needed to hear it more than once
I guess i am that much a dunce
He said no problem and you know
The way ahead’s the way to go
But as you walk keep eyes open
Because this road is bound to bend

By Alfred Brown

This is the poem where I finally got to use the sentence that had been rattling in my brain for a few years “Everything was fine until I got shot in the face.”  I wrote it first sometime, probably around 2013, then I did some edits to it around 2014 or 2015.  The intention with the edits was to make the poems into songs.

46 -last goodbyes

I don’t want to now cry
I’ve shed too many tears
But everytime you lie
I think of all the years
And all the time I’ve spent
Hoping you would then change
As you came and you went
While it all stayed the same

C:
Our last cries from our last failed tries
Our last sighs through our tear filled eyes
Let us break the last of our ties
Let us say our last goodbyes

What do you want of me
To you, what can i give
I just want to be free
But you won’t let me live
How can i make you see
That I am in such pai
Or would showing that be
Pointless and all in vain

I’m giving it up now
You won’t treat me better
And so I’m writing you
This one last last letter
I’ll leave it in the box
Cause i can’t see your face
We could talk it for hours
But it would be a waste

The time has come to say
Our very last good byes
Maybe you’ll see in words
You never saw in eyes
I guess it’s my goodbye
You won’t get to respond
You’ve already said yours
The one I’ve loved is gone

47 -ready to leave

There is no where for me to go
There is no more i need to know
I see that now my time’s at end
There is nowhere to start again
No place in here that is for me
Nowhere that i can still be free

C:
Ready to leave
But where to go
Nowhere better
Nowhere i know

Got to accept and realize
The truth before my very eyes
There is no future just the past
Opportunities just don’t last
I’d try but it won’t matter now
Can’t get what i want anyhow

I see clearly that want and hope
Will leave you hanging from a rope
Or dangling by a little string
A wish don’t mean a god damn thing
I see that now my long held dreams
Were never leading where they’d seem

So i am gonna have to quit
i can’t put up with all this shit
I’ll never get less on this path
It’s not worth it just do the math
There is nothing for me to gain
i’ll lose more if i try again

So leave me here and let me die
And say that I just wouldn’t try
Cause i don’t need a legacy
And I don’t need to be happy
I just don’t want to always fail
And thrash and moan and flail and wail

48 -wealth and health

I was told: be at peace
I would try, try at least
For the voice was reassuring
And the message was so alluring
For it said to lead yourself
On a part of happiness and wealth
Where the destination is the same
As the path on which you came

C:
I said in my heart
That today i would start
To do just that
So i went down and sat
And thought it was alright
I wouldn’t need to fight
This feeling was right and true
And was the thing to do

I was told: be at peace
I would try, try at least
For the voice was reassuring
And the message was so alluring
For it said to lead yourself
On a part of prosperity and health
Where the destination is the same
As the path on which you came

By Alfred Brown

This is the poem where I finally got to use the sentence that had been rattling in my brain for a few years “Everything was fine until I got shot in the face.”  I wrote it first sometime, probably around 2013, then I did some edits to it around 2014 or 2015.  The intention with the edits was to make the poems into songs.

43 -if you want to kill me

If you want to kill me
Make a reservation
And if we decide to meet
Please make it clean and neat

I don’t mind being dead
But dying’s not so fun
But if you can make it easy
Come along and see me

C:
Leave me a card
And i will call you up
When life gets too hard
When it all gets too tough

It may not be murder
If i allow it to be done
And it may not please you
Thrills may not seize you

For my assisted
Suicidal ideation
You may not feel the need
To then do the deed

But

44 -i don't like to complain

I don’t like to complain
But i am very good at it
I don’t like to seem vain
But the world’s in my orbit

I don’t like to be difficult
But it is easy for me to do
I don’t like to place fault
But the fault belongs with you

C:
Because i am perfect
Not a thing out of place
Take a look and inspect
Take some notes just in case
Your mind starts to reject
What is before your face
What you see is correct
And can not be erased

I don’t like to cause hurt
But i hurt you just the same
I don’t like to desert
But i can’t be the one to blame

I don’t like to ever cry
But I’ll let you cry for me
I don’t like to deny
But what’s been said i can’t agree

I don’t like to go and flee
But i can’t stay here and live
I don’t like to be me
But what’s the alternative

I don’t like this biz
But I’m stuck in the game
I don’t like how it is
But it ain’t gonna change

45 -do you hate me

Do you hate me and want me dead
Wish i was someone else instead
Want to never see me again
Tell me what i should do then

C:
Do you hate me despise me
Fantasize the chance to paralyze me
Will you start to entice me
So nicely cause you hope to slice me
Cut me down after bringing me up
Singing me stuff I’m thinking be love
But I’m wrong you’re treating me tough
Beating me rough not seeming enough

Do you detest my very being
Do i inspire a need for fleeing
Where would you have me then go
No matter i just want to know
If you want me another day
Or if you want me far away
Don’t want to feel that I’m unwanted
Nor like a ghost and you feel haunted

I’m just a man who wants to please
Not afraid to get on my knees
Do just what is your heart’s desire
If it can stoke your inner fire
If it meant making you happy
But could you ever be with me
Tell me if not then I’ll move on
And you can be happy I’m gone

By Alfred Brown

This is the poem where I finally got to use the sentence that had been rattling in my brain for a few years “Everything was fine until I got shot in the face.”  I wrote it first sometime, probably around 2013, then I did some edits to it around 2014 or 2015.  The intention with the edits was to make the poems into songs.

42 -i feel like a

I wake up in the morning and go to the job
I work all day trying to get to the top
I pump myself with caffeine cause i get no sleep
To look at a stack of papers so wide and deep

C1:
I feel like a fool
I feel like a loser
I feel like nothing i do
Will ever matter
I feel like a child
I feel like a stranger
I feel like it so soon
Will all be over

I slog and slave for my pittance of pay
Don’t work for free, but my fee gets spent away
As fast as i can earn it you know i burn it
There’s a lesson there but i never learn it

C2:
I feel like I’ve tried
I feel like I’ve failed
I feel like my ship
Has long since sailed
I feel like i cried
I feel like I’ve wailed
I feel like my face
Has long since paled

When i get home I’m tired and beat to hell
But so hopped up on stimulants i can’t rest well
And i wonder why as i lay down so wired
I feel forsaken and awake when I’m so tired

C3:
I feel like I’ve hoped
I feel like I’m hopeless
I feel like it all
Is just a big mess
I feel like a ghost
I feel like a house guest
I feel like no one
Cares what i confess

But i’d rather toss and turn as the clock ticks and tocks
Than be on a cross or burned and hit with sticks and rocks

42 -the jelly

Who are you and what do you want
Where did you come from anyway

My name is not important now
Only what I've got to say

Well say it quick and leave me be
I have visitors i must attend

Would you turn away a stranger
Who can become your closest friend

I have friends here whom i trust
And who i know deserve my time

And they are good people i am sure
But can they open and free your mind

What are you selling, well i don't care
I am not in the market to buy

I am not selling i am offering
Something I'm sure you'll want to try

I doubt that very much you see
I have tried all there is in this world

I doubt that even more, my friend
It's neither drug nor money nor girl

Well i don't want it then because
Everything i want comes or goes from those

If that is how you feel then I'm sure
You should learn what this stranger knows

So you are selling religion i bet
Or profess to be prophet, god, or devil

No no nothing like that
What I'm giving is on the level

Alright so tell what it is already
And then be gone from here

Once you try it you'll see
You'll want it with you everywhere

I asked what it is, can't you tell
Because i won't try without a clue

I could try to explain it but
It would make no sense to you

And so i took from the stranger
What i knew to be a danger
Something i had never seen
It looked like a jelly bean
He said it was not a drug
But when i ate i became a bug
A flying insect miniscule
I felt like i was a fool
But i tried it nonetheless
And i think i must confess
It was nice to try once
But i was such a dunce
Cause when i changed back
I asked him for a sack
And the more i ate of these
The longer my metamorphoses
I kept trying it over and over
I flew to the cliffs of dover
I flew to the Taj Mahal
I flew to the streets of Baal
I flew to the empire state
I flew with every jelly i ate
No i couldn't stop until the day
I realized where i wanted to stay
Was back at home where i began
But i had forgotten my home land
I only remembered i used to be
Happy just being me
But i had forgotten
Before I'd gotten
To be a fly
Just why
So i laid myself out
On a dusty co
Wondering what to do
Until i got squished by a shoe

By Alfred Brown

This is the poem where I finally got to use the sentence that had been rattling in my brain for a few years “Everything was fine until I got shot in the face.”  I wrote it first sometime, probably around 2013, then I did some edits to it around 2014 or 2015.  The intention with the edits was to make the poems into songs.

39 -if

If you love me why do you hurt me
If you need me why do you desert me
If you want me why do you say good bye
If you trust me why do you have to lie

C:
Cause i love you
I know you know
I feel it thus
I go and show
Then you hurt me
But blow by blow
You will reap which
You sew and grow

If you care for me why don’t you say it
If your light is bright why don’t it stay lit
If you feel for me why am I alone
If you’re concerned why not call my phone

If you cry for me why don’t i hear
If you’d die for me why aren’t you near
If you hurt for me where are your tears
If you long for me where are strong years

If you share love why do I feel poor
If you’ll let me in where is your door
If you try for me why don’t i see
If you’re chained to me why do you seem free

40 -changing

I don’t know if you’ve noticed
But things have been changing
I don’t know if we chose this
But it’s all been rearranging
What was is not any more
What is was not before
What will be can’t say for sure
Is this disease or is it cure

Changing
It all just keeps on changing
Nothing staying
Like it was when it made sense

So much for the past
So long for the future
When nothing seems to last
And the winner’s the loser
I used to know what was going on
I used to know how to sing my song
I used to care but now I’m gone
I might’ve been gone all along

If you ask me what to do
If you ask me where to go
I’ll just say it’s up to you
I’ll just say i don’t know
If you ask me what to say
If you ask me where we’ll b
I’ll just say it’s far away
I’ll just say i can’t see

(repeat last verse for coda)

41 -over and gone

Where did we go wrong
It seemed so easy
Life was like a song
Carefree and breezy

But when things had changed
We couldn’t go on
We just weren’t the same
It was a new dawn

C:
Over and gone
Over and done
There’s no light
There’s no sun
Over and done
Over and gone
There’s no way
To go on

With the coming day
Our eyes had new sight
We both had to say
Things were not alright

i asked you if we
Should say it’s over
And you said to me
It has been lover

Asked if you loved me
You said once you did
But you must be free
And away you slid

Now when I’m lonely
Thinking of the past
You were mine only
i thought it would last

But who holds you now
If someone now does
Kisses your sweet brow
I know how it was

When i kissed your lips
And them i called mine
Caressed fingertips
And now i just pine

By Alfred Brown

This is the poem where I finally got to use the sentence that had been rattling in my brain for a few years “Everything was fine until I got shot in the face.”  I wrote it first sometime, probably around 2013, then I did some edits to it around 2014 or 2015.  The intention with the edits was to make the poems into songs.

36 -i could never harm you

I could never harm you
At least not on purpose
If i ever harmed you
That would be the worstest

I could not forgive myself
If harm could not be undone
For disharming anyone else
Would seem so unfun

This may sound in jest
But I’m a real go getter
I don’t do my best
I do even more better

37 -they may become oldies

Though you may treat my words with scorn
I’ll tell you why im so forlorn
The best songs died when i was born
Now all we get is korn or torn

Korn guy looks soft, but sounds hardcore
He screams and i can’t take no more
Nat’s body’s hard, but sounds can bore
Though she can lay naked on my floor

Unlike execs don’t care bout looks
Don’t care about the beats nor hooks
Just like it is with flicks and books
All you get now are hacks and crooks

C:
They may become oldies
But they were never goodies
Just give me those moldies
And keep those kids in hoodies

I like it when a singer sings
Musicians play instrument things
Computers don’t make boops and pings
And faces aren’t merchandising

White songs were good for twenty years
Sixties seventies then tears for fears
Black songs twice long were twice as fearce
Now to stand either takes some beers

I understand nostalgic needs
But i ignored the lame eighties
I grew up to the real oldies
My chosen aural remedies

I heard Kearth from in the womb
Back when you could like every tune
But Chuck Berry got chucked so soon
Or I’d listen until my tomb

Oldies is not a formula
Subtract thirty and then ta da
Post 79 is blah
cause rock had had its last hurrah

You may not care bout radio
But if now oldies are gogos
One monkey don’t stop no show
They’ll go the way of the dodo

38 -I once wrote my favorite song

I wrote a song without any words
Because i was sick of trying to rhyme
I composed it without any notes
Because I was sick of thinking up chords

C:
I once wrote
My favorite song
Had not a note
Nor words to go along

I never even gave it a beat
Because I’m pretty sure i have no rhythm
I never sang, played, nor told it to a soul
Because I could never play sing or tell well

Every past song had failed expectations
But I never expected anything from it
I thought I’d quit while I was ahead
Because it could only go downhill from there

By Alfred Brown

This is the poem where I finally got to use the sentence that had been rattling in my brain for a few years “Everything was fine until I got shot in the face.”  I wrote it first sometime, probably around 2013, then I did some edits to it around 2014 or 2015.  The intention with the edits was to make the poems into songs.

32 -the pain is

The pain is
In my anus
And it’s quite heinous
When i shit
I start to fit
And thus id rather quit
My hemmorhoid
Has me annoyed
I wish i were an android

33 -you can't come

I had no idea what it really took
To get your name written in the book
I thought it was easy and simple to do
I thought that anyone could do it too
But i found out how hard it could be
When i asked that they include me
They said sorry no room for you
But you can look in and enjoy the view

C:
You can’t com
You can’t stay
It looks fun
But you can’t play
Though any sum
You would pay
You ain’t got none
So you got no way

You hope to join in and be included
But this hope is proof that you’re just deluded
The doorman isn’t there to hold the door open
He’s there to say keep out and don’t come again
Where were you born and to whom and why
Tell me what yours or your father’s money can buy
Maybe if you got enough to drop into the right hand
You’ll get that opportunity that you be needin’

34 -hand

I’m not asking you to love me
Not even to understand
I’m just asking you to let me
Hold your sweet hand
I’m not asking you to care for me
When I’m sick or when I’m old
I’m just asking that you not let
My yearning hand go cold

C:
For I need the warmth
Your hand will exude
I do not want you
To think I’m rude
So I ask before
I grasp it fast
I want this embrace
Of ours to last

I’m not asking for the night
Not even a whole hour
I’m just asking for a moment
To feel your tender power
But if then should that moment
Go on a little longer
I think that tender feeling
Will grow a lot stronger

Break:
Some little known fellas
From far away
Would do it better
When they’d say
They wanted to
Hold your hand
Maybe that’s enough
To then get a fan

35 -i want to sing to you

It’s been so long
Since i sang you a song
I wonder if i still can

I used to sing
Just about anything
You were my biggest fan

I sang to you
Words so deep and true
And pure intent in plan

But nevermore
Not like days of yore
When your heart was for this man

C:
I want to sing to you
I want words to come through
I want them to stir your soul
Like in those days of old

It’s like a dream
How it used to seem
I’d sing and you would listen

And every word
That you had heard
Were like my lips were kissin

Softly your ear
So sweet so dear
How i yearn for what I’m missin

Cause now it’s gone
Can’t hear my song
To sing for you I’m wishin

By Alfred Brown

This is the poem where I finally got to use the sentence that had been rattling in my brain for a few years “Everything was fine until I got shot in the face.”  I wrote it first sometime, probably around 2013, then I did some edits to it around 2014 or 2015.  The intention with the edits was to make the poems into songs.

29 -id rather be

If you said i was stupid
Id have to agree
But what good is the opinion
Of a fool like me
If you said i was ugly
Id say that i am
For if you said I’m pretty
Id think it a scam

C:
Say what you will
And I’ll agree
I fit the bill
So leave the buck with me

If you said i was lazy
Id of course concur
Cause arguing im efficient
Is not easier
If you said you were better
Id then nod my head
As in those you are better
Just like you have said

And if you wondered why
Id conceed so quick
Id rather be all those things
Than be such a dick

30 -bad news

Bad news is hard to take in an instance
Where acceptance makes no difference
In making any circumstances change
And accepting could only ease pain

C:
Was on the scene
But pretty green
I got some news
That gave me blues
And now my days
Are shades of greys
The futures back
To being black

When it stays bad no matter which you choose
Bad news just eventually stops being news
And when that bad, is really bad, so often
That once news is just old and never forgotten

31 -remember me

Intro:
If i die remember me
Not as i was but how i wanted to be
And though after i die
Your memory of me would be a lie
It is my wish
That you would in fact do this
Because a false memory can last
Longer than the true past

Remember me as a man who succeeded
And never fell so far as could not get up
And in adversity never once retreated
And sailed even when storms would not let up
And asked poltilely never demanded nor pleaded
And overcame the odds even when set up
And cared not when invited where seated
And if not fed enough did not get fed up

C:
And if you should accidentally remember true
I hope you at least remember how i loved you

Remember me as a man who was always strong
And always tried and managed to do good
And no matter where he was seemed to belong
And others gravitated to where he stood
And pushed his way through the maddening throng
And felt no need for disguise with veil or hood
And knew well the words to each rousing song
And inspired all to sing along and they would