Lines To Sammy, Somewhere Poem by Rani Turton

Your guitar lies unused, forlorn
You will never be coming back home.
I remember the one you made
Wood and strings and song
Sometimes even the song goes wrong;
It wasn't easy it wasn't even fair
Is there a guiding power out there?
I remember when you tried so hard
Some fights are unequal
That was the hardest part
You took every pain straight into your heart.

I guess you would have been surprised
The place you took in our hearts
I remember your loneliness, your secret pain
The chords you taught me to play
That will echo on in another way
C major, F major, G7
Now you'll teach them all in heaven.

The worst part of dying Sammy is this
That though you will always remain young
The worst part of dying Sammy is also
The songs that will never be sung.