He Won't Make It Home

Among the many things he was

The best of them all was and could be

He’s the man you’d love to see

The unyielding grasp of eternity

And tonight he won’t make it home

Looks like his usual self, huh?

Occasionally he dines with the star

In the morning, romance and glee

You won’t hear that ear splitting knock 

Or his course voice trying to sound

Like age old Kikuyu romance

You won’t sulk like you do when you open the door

He won't make it home tonight, not ever

He's gone-the police say he tried

To make your ends meet

And they made him stop a bullet