Mar 2019
****** Joe \ Hero In Joe
They called my friend ****** Joe today
A name I greatly dislike
Said with hatred as if foe
As if Joe ****** them
And cursed their air
A judgment not quite fair
You see they didn't know Joe
They didn’t know his heart
They didn’t know his kindness
They didn't know that Joe lact happiness
Feeling the air
****** Joe lives here…
A name that rattled my bones
Like a barefoot walk on sharp stones
His pains within exhaling out as moans and groans
And Joe kept sticking that stake in his veins
As a way to try and numb all those pains
Sowing seeds intwinted of rage
An empty audience to a lonely stage
No one cared about Joe
And so those seeds did grow
Vines that encompassed Joe’s mind
Trying to fill an endless void
With a drug that would destroy
Leaving nothing but fear
****** Joe lives here…
Hiding away in abandoned houses
Slave to the drug that douses
His life in misery
I myself tried to help Joe
Regain his footing and low
Off he disappeared into the blue
Never to be seen again
But no one even knew
And nothing was really quite clear
****** Joe lives here…
You see the sad factual reality
Is that Joe was real
And in all actuality
He died on a cold day in December
Fizzled flame, ash, and ember
Goodbye to you Joe
And oh
How will they remember you?
Will you be a hero?
Will you be a zero?
Or will you be the same old name
Attached to your unwanted fame
Why couldn’t we have tempted the hero in Joe?
To fight for his life
And vanquish all foe
Maybe he could conceal a tear?
****** Joe lives here…
Why constantly repeat these words?
As if always muttered but never heard
It is to keep the memory of Joe alive
But not only the memory of Joe
But the memory of all those lost will survive
Lost to a truly gifted reaper of this earth
Lives otherwise doomed since birth
This reaper known as ******
Defeated all of the heros in
Those hurting souls
And I pray that Joe lives forever
As if a bird to sacrifice a feather
And that we can severe hate
From this fight against destruction
These words are only but a minor fraction
In this war of attrition that has taken so many
And by the way…
They called my friend ****** Joe today
A name I greatly dislike
They called my friend ****** Joe today
A name I greatly dislike
Said with hatred as if foe
As if Joe ****** them
And cursed their air
A judgment not quite fair
You see they didn't know Joe
They didn’t know his heart
They didn’t know his kindness
They didn't know that Joe lact happiness
Feeling the air
****** Joe lives here…
A name that rattled my bones
Like a barefoot walk on sharp stones
His pains within exhaling out as moans and groans
And Joe kept sticking that stake in his veins
As a way to try and numb all those pains
Sowing seeds intwinted of rage
An empty audience to a lonely stage
No one cared about Joe
And so those seeds did grow
Vines that encompassed Joe’s mind
Trying to fill an endless void
With a drug that would destroy
Leaving nothing but fear
****** Joe lives here…
Hiding away in abandoned houses
Slave to the drug that douses
His life in misery
I myself tried to help Joe
Regain his footing and low
Off he disappeared into the blue
Never to be seen again
But no one even knew
And nothing was really quite clear
****** Joe lives here…
You see the sad factual reality
Is that Joe was real
And in all actuality
He died on a cold day in December
Fizzled flame, ash, and ember
Goodbye to you Joe
And oh
How will they remember you?
Will you be a hero?
Will you be a zero?
Or will you be the same old name
Attached to your unwanted fame
Why couldn’t we have tempted the hero in Joe?
To fight for his life
And vanquish all foe
Maybe he could conceal a tear?
****** Joe lives here…
Why constantly repeat these words?
As if always muttered but never heard
It is to keep the memory of Joe alive
But not only the memory of Joe
But the memory of all those lost will survive
Lost to a truly gifted reaper of this earth
Lives otherwise doomed since birth
This reaper known as ******
Defeated all of the heros in
Those hurting souls
And I pray that Joe lives forever
As if a bird to sacrifice a feather
And that we can severe hate
From this fight against destruction
These words are only but a minor fraction
In this war of attrition that has taken so many
And by the way…
They called my friend ****** Joe today
A name I greatly dislike
