When I drained ambition's cup, I depleted it.
You helped me fill it right back up, to it's brimming lip.
You gave me what I needed, when I needed it.
You made me see, what I could be,
You were the key, to destiny -
You just let it rip.
You had the truest heart and soul,
With the soundest grip.
You unlocked, my writer's block:
Mr. Rock and Roll!
You were the spur, you did not err:
You saw the things to come.
Art takes wings when singers sing,
And we all have tunes to hum.
When we deferred, judgement purred,
And the coolest cats could strum
Guitars that weep as the stars now keep,
Your beat by time and drum.
But now you're gone, we'll carry on,
As the bells ring out their toll;
For what it's cost, for what we have lost:
Mr. Rock and Roll!
Mr. Rock and Roll!
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