As I remember that fateful morning.
Of the death of a man I'd been lifelong adoring.
I got the news shortly after midnight.
And just knew it couldn't be right.

No way The Rev had died,
But my fears I knew could never hide.
Panic consumed me with suicide in mind.
A reason to live I was hoping to find.

The night drags on as the pain becomes real.
No words describing just how I feel.
How could this happen to him?
How could this life become so dim?

Days passed without relief.
Funeral arrives with so much grief.
A life cut short with no reason why.
Only thousands of fans left to cry.

Eventually I learn to cope with the pain.
Though still feeling like a dog in the rain.
With no warm shelter with you gone.
Nothing feels right, just so wrong.

Justin Hendricks

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