This Is Not Goodbye, Just Goodnight

At age 41, the king was dead

It wasn't the beginning or the end

Shouting for his freedom

He was silenced again

Maybe for the last time

The government

Just couldn't stand

To see their morals questioned

Another example of non freedom of speech

"he needs to be silenced"

In 1962 he plead guilty

To the lies of the state

After years of urging rebellion

He moved out west

A peaceful existence?

I don't think so

Retreated, lost and beaten

He sunk into depression

Losing battles to bottles

No money for bills

And no will to live

New years 1965 is when he collapsed

And the bottle toook his life

At age 43 he died alone and broke

With nothing but his family

A physical existence can be erased

But true legends never die

And where were his friends

When the end took him away?

No where to be found he gave it

A name and direction "rock and roll"

End: I hope its true that when we die

We can look back on what we have done

Because I think Alan Freed would be glad to know

That the rebellion still carries on

Whenever someone raises their middle finger

And goes against the norm

I hope he knows that he didn't die in vain

Its not goodbye, just goodnight