I lost my mother before I could drive
At 36 my brother wasn't alive
But I did keep my father til he was 75
By that time I could really jump and jive
I started classical music at the age of 4
But let me tell you there was much more
I could read music before writing
But I couldn't remember
Tears streaming and fighting
Trying to escape my brother's anal reaming
Hand over my mouth to quiet my screaming
The 16 years that memory was repressed
He taught me keyboard moves only known by the best
I transfered that learning to guitar and bass
Then one day that memory hit me in the face
That same day he met me crying in the sun
Apologizing and saying he'd never touch my son
I believed him without doubt
I knew he was true
My son loved his uncle more than anyone he knew
I worked and played music all of my life
I was playing the day I met my wife
I even played in prison and escaped everyday
While playing an instrument it seemed I was away
It saved me then as it saves me now
Two times through chemo
You might wonder how
We all need a giver of strenght
To give life some sanity if not some length
James Edward George
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