Death of a Rock Star - Jim Morrison

DEATH OF A ROCK STAR (Jim Morrison) There's a man all alone and his name is well known but he thinks all the world is a den of the poor and the weak and the too dead to speak for themselves, it's a game they can't win. He's a little bit high and he'll be til we die it's too bad that his heart is so black, but he knows how to sing to a crowd and to bring out the love that they've been holding back. It's a game that he plays with your life and he stays just as long as the music goes on, and he'll make you to smile if it's only a while, then he goes where the devil has gone. All the girls that he's had think it's not all that bad but the glitter's too much for their mind so they leave him to sleep where no angel would keep anyone for there's not one to find. He could write every word of the songs we have heard and he's led every daughter astray to be part of his past and a love that won't last into light of another new day. Now he looks for the cause of the reason he was Though he's died, he's still misunderstood, but the dream's been too dead for too long in his head and his heart's turned to stone as it should. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet