In a thousand years, I may be forgotten,
But I swear right here, to God, that you won’t be.
You’ll be remembered in what I have written;
Be it in song, letter, or my poetry.
Carved into the fabric of reality,
I’ll make sure Time never besmirches your name-
And if Time’s lapping waves wash away me,
To you, I swear, they will never do the same.
Oh, for I am a beast that they cannot tame-
Imperfect; my vast shattered soul- fraught with scars.
I swear now, you’ll burn bright long after my flame
Has gone out, for I’ll claw your name in the stars.
Oh Waylon, you cannot know how much I love you,
But know; it’s you, behind all the things I’ll do.