Oh, Ben: A Neon Memory

Oh, Ben. He walked through the city rain. Black coat,

silver chain. Laughing with the foxes by the old estate. A cigarette and

fade in hand. Too wild to ever understand. He danced between the light and

shade. He spoke in tongues. He dreamed of broad.

Found beauty where the lost applaud. A soul too full. It overflowed.

Oh, Ben, you burned like neon in the night.

A heartbeat caught in flashing light. You gave it all, you gave too

much again. Oh, Ben, the music fades yet you appear.