Herman Ruff
having not known
when he meet death
i find myself the last mourner
none the less
i have grief to shoulder
hidden tears
that have become bolder
as history becomes older
a time in my past
and often remembered moments
that made me what i am
my teacher, my master
words he would not understand
but Herman Ruff
was more than just a man
i was just a teenager
when God put me in his hand
with gospel music
he molded my past
i never let go of what he gave me
it still last
i take that talent and use it
where ever i am
that part of him still lives because
I Am
he put something inside of me
that said "I can"
i can make music
more beautiful than before
i can use my voice
to open hidden doors
i can make people
stand to the floor
with tenors harmony
that makes them beg for more
all this came from a man
i now adore
with words of tribute
that say i could have done more
some where up in Heaven
on the grandest of grand pianos
he sings
giving God the Glory
the way he taught me
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