Health & Fitness
Flower Child to Heavy Metal Advocate
I wrote this poem around 1985, when not only the music but the whole way of life changed. It was a time when everything was changing and it was our turn to see the differences.
I remember when he sang love songs with
depth and sincerity
I remember when he spoke softly of peace
and serenity
I remember when he picked daisies and lived
in tranquility
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I remember when he sang love songs and
nobody heard him but me
There was always a message he tried to
portray in his patient sort of way
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He sang of believing and caring and no one
accepted the gifts he was sharing
Til he had nothing else to say
I hear the anger in his guitar, the echo of
rage in his metalic voice
Blasting a world that cheated and lied
until vengeance left him no choice
I remember when he sang a love song to the
few that had chosen his fold
It's hard to envision a love song from a
voice turned callous and cold
I remember the pleeing and sadness in the
last love song that he played
As he wiped the tear that fell from his eye
when apathy drove them away.