MY RANDY RHOADS POEM
TITLE: RANDY RHAODS WITH ANGEL WINGS 20 YRS. Gone
Randy Rhoads, with angel wings
Looks upon us as he sings
His guitar strings cry loud, so we all may hear
He still makes music, even though he's not here
He makes his music now, in the heavens
With all of Rocks, greatest legends
He apeaks to me in my mind
To let you all know, He's doin fine
Diary of a Madman, Suicide Soloution
I'm not the greatest singer,I sound like noise potlution
To my friend and soul-mate John
Twenty years, I've been gone
I know you always think of me I hear it in your songs
To my mother Dee,You had to set me free
Close your eyes and you will see me
Playin my black polka-dotted-V
It's time to let this poor girl rest
I know she's done her very best
It's now time for me to go
Her mind filled with my words and rhyme
But, I just wanted to let you all know...THAT
I Am Doin Fine