Armstrong Is Gone

ARMSTRONG IS GONE. This great leg who steped places Not all men would treck His vibrant head that was always Blessed Not all sence can learn, Armstrong, destinies wagon, the Golden legend Surgion of human endervoles, even The best among animals prefrence, Your gaint visit to the clouds Where the moon permanently rest. II My lips are sealed See this almond tree thick and rich But she thinks real deep in memory Of her greatest fallen leaf. Armstrong the transparent king, How can I be your next of kin? Your family never needs to weep, Mankind must forever celebrate your Skin, The gentle key who unlocked every Troubled wind. III Armstrong will no longer talk, His works created the word rejoice. My loyalty is all you read As my voice stands still, Lower the stars let's all sing Like the breeze coordinate this Flag with easy. Time to become the man of dust To reincanate and meet his Favourite Lord. Armstrong is physicaly gone, Possitively sure the moon forever Appreciates your intelligent touch, The new baby Armstrong will Soon be born. HABIB AKEWUSOLA