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The Voice

Updated: Jan 18, 2019

The Voice has been silenced

Again art knows lament

The end has come too quickly

Too soon his life was spent

No more to face the music

The song turns into cry

Authorities shrugged ‘suicide’

Confused we just ask Why?

While I lament your death

In your life I can rejoice

On words of such sweet breath

You shared with us the Voice

The world needs its artists

Few amazing still remain

How to reconcile such loss

How to contend with pain

When you can’t fill the empty

With too much on the plate

The brain as adversary

Where poisons incubate

While I lament your death

In your life I do rejoice

On words of such sweet breath

You shared with us the Voice

We’re shown that satisfaction

Exists but in success

The impactful distraction

Lives enjoyed in excess

Contentment as abstraction

To know the answer yes

Lives reduced to transaction

Inflate and then depress

While I lament your death

In your life I shall rejoice

On words of such sweet breath

You shared with us the Voice

While we lament your passing

We loved your garden sound

Capacity surpassing

Mighty glad you were around

For Chris Cornell

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