He wasn't a rebel
But he liked to live his life his own way
He wasn't an iconoclast
But he didn't care what the old gods had to say
He wasn't the type who liked to turn in early
But he greeted the sunrise everyday
He was young
But he was a man
He liked to live in the moment
But he always had a plan
He drank a bit, he smoked a bit
He could throw a mean punch
He could take a wicked hit
Time was when we were thick as thieves
Time was when we only had ourselves to please
Time has come and gone
And still on this day
I grieve
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