Good Memories Never Die

(In Memory of Lamar "L-Boogie" Featherston) I'll never forget how you looked Me, dead in the eye As you, downhill on a motorbike, from 82nd did fly Now, are We of any Physical trace of you shy And, I can't help but to keep wondering why On that fateful day of November 4th, you had to die When in the back of My mind, the answer to that, did lie Still, it does it No justice, your going to be with the Lord, in the sky Especially, if I can't let it go, No matter how hard I try Much like your Mother, crying tears to make a well run dry From the shock of losing you, and Not being able to say: "goodbye"