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12-08-80

“IN MEMORY OF JOHN LENNON”

 

WAS IT JUST ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE BLACKENED DAYS
OR WILL THE LONELINESS OF THAT HOUR BE REMEMBERED ALWAYS
A MOMENT THAT TOOK US AWAY FROM “THE GOOD OLD DAYS”
THE FIRST SECOND OF SILENCE WHEN THE MUSIC NO LONGER PLAYS
 
THERE COULD NOT BE A MORE COLDER DECEMBER NIGHT
WHEN LOVE WAS CAPTURED IN THE GUNS IRON SIGHT
A MAN OF PEACE MURDERED IN THE STREET THAT NIGHT
AND THE WORLD SHAKEN WITHIN THE GRIP OF ITS FRIGHT
 
WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE FATAL SHOTS RANG OUT
DID YOU HEAR THE LAUGHTER OF SATAN’S HOWLING SHOUT
COULD YOU FEEL THE COLD DARKNESS WHEN HIS LIGHT WENT OUT
DID YOU CRY ALONE OR INTO THE STREETS WONDER ABOUT
 
AS A WHOLE GENERATION ROSE TOGETHER TO THEIR FEET
A MASS OF GRIEVED STRANGERS GATHERED IN THE STREET
UNITED IN MEMORY OF HIS SONGS LAST BEAT
THEY PRAYED TOGETHER FOR LOVES VICTORY AND HATE DEFEAT
 
THIRTY YEARS BEFORE THIS NOW HISTORIC DAY
WHEN THE WRITER OF THE MUSIC COULD NO LONGER PLAY
THE SONGS OF HIS YOUTH FOR HE WAS TAKEN AWAY
A CANDLE BLOWN OUT ON THE EVENING OF MY BIRTHDAY

AS THE WHITE SMOKE ROSE FROM THE CANDLE I CRIED
I COULD NOT STOP THE FEAR NO MATTER HOW I TRIED
WHEN I HAD HEARD THE NEWSMAN I HAD WISHED HE LIED
ON THAT STARLESS NIGHT WHEN JOHN LENNON DIED

Thomas N Kirkpatrick

December 08, 1980

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