How couldn't I,
see the pain in his eyes.
The burden he carried,
was far too heavy.

To be perfect,
just the right fit.
The mask he wore,
soon became permanent.

He was the one,
the one and only one.
He was the one,
and you threw him into the sun.

He was the man,
who could do anything.
His life, his fight,
was to do it all right.

His family first,
for better or worse.
He gave you his life,
threw it all on the line.

He was the one,
the one and only one.
He was the one,
but you pushed him towards the gun.

And now he rests,
with both hands on his chest.
The man of the hour,
and a life gone sour.

The man of the hour,
and a life gone sour.