He was a man with a keen sense of right,
He knew how to smile, how to truly love life.
He was a lover, a close relative to us all,
Until that day, late one doomed fall.
A man named Lou had come in the night,
And stolen his world, with out use of a knife.
He stole his legs, his voice, then his mind.
This man named Lou, he left nothing behind.
Pacing out slowly, the last of his life,
He lost his kids, his family, his wife.
He watched the curtains morbidly fall,
As he whispered a soft adieu to us all.
Who is responsible for this atrocity?
Well it's true,
The guilt,
It lies,
With a man, named Lou.
{In memory of all those who have died from Lou Gehrig's}
