With an explosion of guilt
I was lifted from now,
looking down on my life
I was wondering how?
A death free of meaning
reflected the life
no longer breathing
and under the knife,
One sustained fight,
one early surrender,
as you choke on the smoke,
kiss goodbye to the tender.
Old friends die when heroes cry.
Spoken word version available here-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OsiPVByN13U
No Tall Stories 