I wrote this poem to tell you,
the story of a man.
A man who's eyes shone brightly,
he fought hard to make his stand.
Sometime life don't deal us,
a very good hand.
But he stood tall and took it,
just like a man.



His hair shone like gold,
his eyes were wide and bright,
He fought his own battle,
but never gave up the fight.
He was filled with wisdom,
had a heart full of gold.
His limbs were taken,
young life grew cold.



But his memory still lives with us,
his face still shines so bright.
He's on a new adventure,
his new world is filled with light.
He walks in shadows,
but just a teardrop away.
He's standing tall and waiting,
to greet us all one day.



In heaven like on earth,
he will be a friend to all.
He'll be gulfing with John Candy,
Bruce Lee prepare to take the fall.
Scuttle Buttin with Stevie Ray,
will surely bring a smile.
Beyond the setting sun,
the battle has just been won.



So I wrote this poem to tell you,
the story of a man.
A man who's eyes shone brightly,
he fought hard to make his stand.
Sometimes life don't deal us,
a very good hand.
But he stood tall and took it,
just like a man.



Yes, he fought hard and beat it,
Just like a man.



© Brenda Randall
1997