SO I haven't been around and now i'm gonna write another poem in apoloization(no it ain't a word)A decated has come and gone
Now the future is all that's left.
No one wants to mention it
Or say that it ever will be.
But where will we all be,
When the music stops?
The cousin are married,
The wild one on his way there.
We have to believe,
every good thing ends.
But where will we all be,
When the music stops?
I will be the first to cry,
To beg them to stay.
But they are grown,
And will finally move on.
But where will we all be,
When the music stops?
Some are their biggest fan,
And never once have been to a show.
Sadden that dream,
will never come true.
But where will we all be,
When the music stops?
Every night we pray,
To keep them safe and sure.
And every morning,
wake to their smiling faces.
But where will we all be,
When the music stops?
So for now we listen,
and live for the moment.
For that is truly,
all we know how to do.
But where will we all be,
When the music finally stops?
*Dedicated to Kevin, AJ, Howie, Brian, and Nick.*
*Inspired by the song 'When The Music Stops' by another hero of mine Eminem.*
