At night I like to look to the sky
and remember the lost ones by whom I'm inspired
The angels Rena, Toni, Jeromiah, and David
all showed me something, how can I repay them?
My heros whos lives, troubled like mine
yet never once did they ever fail to shine
even as they thought they mattered not
I noticed the love for the life through they fought
every time they woke from the bed
until one by one, my heros, fell dead
When I remember, even though, ago long,
I look to the heavens, and sing them a song.
I feel them smile, and clap for another
I give it all my love, like I do Teddy and Randy, my brothers
who pulled me out of the hole in my head
and gave me the strength to carry the dead
into my concert, a symphonic life
for its what they give me, when we get lost in the night.