Cinerous Drops of November Rain.

For all the bloodshed, and all my shed tears…
They melted from your voice, through these sorrowful years.
Every song gave me the will, the will to move on.
Your music lives forever, and now you are gone…

Yes, I was in the hole with you, down to the Dirt…
At every album signing, every Unplugged concert.
I screamed right along with hundreds in the crowd…
Sharing their love under the rolling clouds.

The only I couldn’t share, was your battling addiction,
That ate at your soul, washing painful waves of infliction.
You fell from your high, and I also fell from mine…
All the “Frogs” drowned in your love, for one last time.

Wails like a banshee, that always gave me shivers.
When they found you that day, the rain ran in rivers.
I can still hear your cries, when your soul took its tilt…
You fought a good life, but the weapon was guilt.