Return is Possible for The Rev

He left us too soon.
He left us only with his beats.
He left us with his name.
He left his fans.

He left us with many smiles.
He left us by accident.
He left us with sorrow.
He left us too soon.

He left us with memories.
He left us with tears.
He left us with music.
He left us too soon.

He left us too soon.
He left us with his band members.
He left us without him.
He left us with saddening hearts.

We say foREVer.
We say Rest In Peace.
We say he’s not really dead.
We say that he’s the best drummer alive.

We say he’ll never leave our hearts.
We say we love him.
We say he’s just in the forest, becoming the knife master.
We say that he’s the best drummer alive.

We say that it was an accident.
We say we still need him here.
We say that that was the man who killed his stallion duck.
We say that he’s the best drummer alive.

We say that he’s the best drummer alive.
We say that he’s dead.
We say happy birthday on his birthday.
We say we miss him every day.

We listen to ‘Fiction’ over and over again.
We listen to every beat that he drums.
We listen to ever word he said.
We listen to ever laugh he gave.

We cry every time we hear ‘Fiction’.
It’s the closest we can get to him.
We write our poems.
In hope for one day he’ll be here again.

We say there will be no drummer greater than he.
We defend him no matter what.
We are in pain.
We are without our drummer.

We know there will be no person alive like him.
We call each goose a stallion duck.
We smile when we see his face.
We cry at each best he gave.

Some of us never got to see him live.
Some of us did.
Some of us don’t like their music.
Some of us do.

No matter what,
The Family will foREVer be together.
The Rev holds us together.
Even if he doesn’t know.

Jimmy may not be here in person,
He is here in spirit,
In his drums,
In our hearts.

Rest In Peace,
No.
Return Is Possible,
Especially for James Owen Sullivan.