Jim Brady was a local man His life was non-descript He was not on local radar In fact, he was a blip He moved around but no-one knew Just who Jim Brady was they knew not where he came from They didn't know his flaws He worked under the table He wasn't on the grid But of all the money that Jim made He gave most to his kids He worked nights at Giannis In the kitchen, ***** stuff He cleaned up after closing The work here...it was tough But Jim, worked hard and honest Earned his money every day And Gianni, as a favour Off the records he would pay Jim Brady was a soldier He was broken...and no good But Gianni, saw his life light And he did what all men should He gave Jim work and fed him Kept him clean and made a life For Jim had come home injured But it was internal strife Jim's mind was torn and tattered Simple thoughts could cause him pain Jim Brady was a soldier But would never serve again He had trouble with his anger He was not quite in control But Gianni saw a soldier Who needed help out of a hole Gianni ran a restaurant Been there for 30 years He helped all those who knew him Through the smiles and the tears He housed the ones who needed Just to get off of the streets He fed the tired and hungry And he performed other feats Gianni was a hero To all in this poor town He would never turn a man away If he knew that he was down When Jim came in one evening Gianni read his face He said "Son, I'll help you" "And you're now working in this place" Jim lived by the water The noises kept him calm But on nights of wild weather He stay at Giannis, nice and warm Loud noises brought the nightmares Put the pictures in his head Of the IED explosion And of his three companions dead He went to get some treatment But the VA said "You're fine" "there's more important cases than just you out in the line" He was shuffled home to start again A damaged, broken man But with issues like poor Jim did have He tried as one man can His marriage broke down quickly His wife was not to blame But Jim came home with issues And the **** war was to blame He looked for help at every turn But no-one would help out Until he met Gianni Jim's new hero I won't doubt He gave him work and money Jim then gained some self esteem He wasn't Jim the soldier But, you could see who he had been His pride was back, his head was high But still he had the dreams There was nothing that they knew of To alleviate the screams But Gianni, still the hero Thought "I know what might just work" He introduced Jim to The Bluesman He also has a minor quirk The Bluesman as you seem to know Lives out behind and plays His music in the alley Where he spends most of his days Gianni helped The Bluesman Maybe he could now help Jim It could be The Bluesman's music Might just be right for him Most nights when Jim was working He'd leave the window open some Just to let Bluesman's music Find the kitchen . make Jim hum Jim liked The Bluesman's music It painted pictures in his head But this time they were joyful ones Not pictures of the dead They helped him come to terms with things That made his life a mess They did what others couldn't do His problems were addressed With Gianni and The Bluesman Jim moved on and did quite well Funny how a restauranteur And music man could bring Jim back from hell.