A year ago yesterday

Each time's the same

The memory of him

Still racking his brain.

He lies still awake

in the bed of his truck.

He whispers, still aching

the last words he spoke.

"Son, go out on your own

oh, my times running out.

The cancer is spreading,

my minds in the clouds.

The heavens are waiting

and I'll never doubt

That though you'll live without me

you will make me proud."

The fog of his breath

Descends into the air

He's not been successful

He grieves in despair

The wish of his father

has yet to be honored.

He keeps moving backwards

It keeps getting harder

"Son, what are you doing?

Why won't you let go?

You dwell at my bedside

Like it's all you know.

It's time that you learned

where your value is at.

You should have moved past this

you're stronger than that."

He puts on his sneakers

picks up his guitar.

Natures harmonizing

He sings to the stars.

About a year later

A new winter night

His boots knock the wood

As he steps in the light

The crowd cheers around him

The man on the stage

He's stronger than ever

His life's rearranged