The man in black (an ode to Johnny Cash)

You plucked your guitar till your fingers weeped,

Your music pushed boundries and slowly the rewards you reaped,

Your voice took so many and lifted them from there seats,

You sang in a jail and in the street, with your uplifting beats,

You were a man, like no other,

Some loved you, some had to discover,

You music changes life and everday i play your songs,

Folsom Prison, Walk The Line, and One,

Just a few of your best songs,

So, rest in peace with your wife forever on,

And keep plucking Johnny, inventing new and fantastic songs.