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There was a boy who learned how to move the wind.
He was like a superhero.
He was on the news,
And in the papers, everywhere.

He was a hero until they killed him on the evening news.
The played the blues,
At his funeral.
It goes to show you, you never know how it will go.

I was there,
All dressed in black.
I saw his mother cry.
She screamed his name.
I’ll never forget.

It haunts me still.
I can’t sleep, I’m not well.
This life is such a game.
And I’m losing,
I’m losing so bad.

I visited the grave a year ago.
Just to say my peace.
I could have sworn I heard a voice say
Remember me.
And I don’t even believe in ghost.
Hey bike rider,
Harley in your blood.
I miss you,
Like the moon misses the sun.
I think of you still,
All the time.

Well you left behind a lot,
You had some demons in your closet.
They came out and scared us all.
But you memory is strong,
Your face is everywhere I look.

I remember in the sand,
You broke your knee.
I rode in the ambulance,
And I thought I’d was so great.

I wish I could go back,
But it’s stored in the back of my memories.
Like on dusky in a museum,
That only I can see.

Hey bike ride,
The wind in your face.
I miss you around this place.
I picture you,
In the open road.
Driving out into the sun.

I got your voice in my head,
All the time.
It haunts me in a good way,
I can’t explain.
I wish I had the harley in my blood,
But I don’t.

Well you left behind a lot,
Some good and some bad.
What I would give,
For a moment with you.
I’ll love you always,
Dad.
Cracks in the cement,
Your body bent.
Like a maze over it all.
Sweet but small,
A bad attitude.
That’s what they said,
That’s what everyone said about you.
You came from above,
From where your body fell from.
You fell so far,
You fell so hard.
You fell for all the bad ideas.
So let’s make it clear,
You’re not the victim here.
You never were.
You never were here at all.
You started as a ghost,
And became what you hated most.
These little things,
the build up inside of me.
Can’t feel a thing,
I’m consumed by the pain.
It takes steps to make it out of this.
I can’t help,
But to feel trap In this mess.
These little things,
The eat at my soul.
I need a break.
I can’t control how I feel.
These little things,
They’ve grown into something much worse.
I hate how much it hurts.
These little things,
They are so much more.
Started as a heart beat,
My head against your chest.
The sound of your heart beat,
It was so loud.
It grew to super sonic.
I know it was a fireworks show.
The light from you lit up the room,
Like the sun exploded.
It started with a heart beat,
And ended like a light show.
This light so bright,
It blinded people for miles.
I’m looking at the bright light,
You left wherever you would go.
And it all ended the way that you would have thought
In tragedy this love was turned to stone.
This bright light in the dark was all
That shown.
I’m standing as a witness to a horror show,
The light ain’t as bright as you thought.
And you retreat to the basement that you know,
Ain’t no light been there in so long.
You’re standing at the edge again.
The wind  blows your hair,
As the bright light of the sun beats down.
This bright light blinded you long ago.
You have to let go.
The moons glow,
My spot light.
Step on my tippy toes,
Around your egg shells.
What a mess,
What a horror story.

Just move slow,
Don’t let them see you strain.
Learn to love the pain,
Your motivation.
Open your mouth,
But nothing comes out.

Tired slow breathing,
Sounds of regret.
You slip into the darkness,
They can’t pull you back.
You’re on your own.

This silence feels like home.
But your so far away,
You reach but you can’t touch.
Your all alone,
Just like when you were born.

You scream out,
But no one hears you.
This silence feels like home.
So you stay still,
Your heart beat is the only sound.
Your driving 90 on the highway,
Why are you always running away?
It always feels so bad.
But I’m used to getting let down.

I know I’m always complaining.
But I swear it’s always warranted,
It’s not all in my head.
These thoughts exist.

And make a sudden turn,
The wheels begin to burn.
And we flip, and we spin.
It’s a win,
Because stupid is what stupid does.

Holding hands, watching the sun set.
Listening to your favorite band,
On your iPhone.
We just watch as the world spins.

The ambulance came,
And they said you were dead.
You went to fast.
You sped through life,
Like a speeding car out of control.
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