Post by DeadlySilence on Apr 10, 2004 19:47:50 GMT -5
He is the angel dressed in black...
The one who once fell to his knees
In hopes of seeing an angel.
He’s wearing black,
For the sick, the lonely and the old
And in memory of those
That are dying and dead.
He stood his ground
In this cruel world
And didn’t let anything
Or anyone drag him down.
When the world pushed Johnny,
He simply pushed right back,
And never backed down.
We tried to stand him
At the gates of Hell, like he sang,
But Hell wasn’t his eternal home.
God took the weight off his weak soul
And let his spirit be unchained.
Now, he’s sitting in his empire
Wearing his crown.
The silence of a star, lights up the purple sky
As we all mourn the loss of the man in black.
The man in black who left us
Feeling so lonesome we could cry.
I wrote a tearstained letter that day,
To let my dad know that
The man in black who couldn’t cry...died.
Hey, Johnny, we still miss someone too;
We miss you!
03.15.2004
The one who once fell to his knees
In hopes of seeing an angel.
He’s wearing black,
For the sick, the lonely and the old
And in memory of those
That are dying and dead.
He stood his ground
In this cruel world
And didn’t let anything
Or anyone drag him down.
When the world pushed Johnny,
He simply pushed right back,
And never backed down.
We tried to stand him
At the gates of Hell, like he sang,
But Hell wasn’t his eternal home.
God took the weight off his weak soul
And let his spirit be unchained.
Now, he’s sitting in his empire
Wearing his crown.
The silence of a star, lights up the purple sky
As we all mourn the loss of the man in black.
The man in black who left us
Feeling so lonesome we could cry.
I wrote a tearstained letter that day,
To let my dad know that
The man in black who couldn’t cry...died.
Hey, Johnny, we still miss someone too;
We miss you!
03.15.2004
