1 year.
Has it really been that long?
Now I am singing my song.
About your passing.
And about the injustice I still see.
When I was wanted was you to be.
Alive, Sober and Clean.
Not anything in between.
Today is the...
(Chorus)
Anniversary.
Of your death.
Anniversary.
Why do you make me morn for you?
I don't want to cry tears too.
But what can I do?
Give me a sign.
Anniversary.
Of your Murder.
By a corrupt system.
And an Evil certain other.
Who I will not name.
But will domain.
In my music, in my poetry.
In the Truth of which is so much Reality.
Anniversary.
Oooh, ooh.
Oooh, ooh.
(End of 1st Chorus).
Well, I remember the nurses putting your head to the phone.
They told us ''She's going thru the dying process''.
They gave up on her, and I'm almost certainly sure.
That they never even tried to care.
Or be there.
What is said is said, and what was done was done.
But I'm not gonna sit here while this malpractice still goes on.
In every hospital in the United States.
Is there anyone who relates.
Compassion?
Not from my experience.
I remember telling you not to die on the phone.
It wasn't your choice.
It was theirs.
And they murdered you.
Like it was nothing.
But I'm seeking your Justice.
And it will be served.
Just a few hours later.
When we called up the hospital.
Said they were taking you down to the morgue.
Then I went inside the bathroom.
Cried my eyes out, and then stopped crying.
Today is the...
(Chorus)
Anniversary.
Of something that was forced to be.
Now I look back and see.
How this corruption is more then Reality.
It goes on every day of every year.
Keeping their patients locked into fear.
Well, you can't keep me locked here.
Anniversary.
Oooh, ooh.
Anniversary.
Oooh, ooh.
Anniversary.
Of the loss of you.
And hope too.
Don't worry mom.
Your death will not be in vein.
I can remain sane.
And I will make your death my act of action.
Towards the years that were wasted.
And the bitter sweet Sobriety that was never tasted.
Anniversary.
(End of Last Chorus).
Making your death my wake up call.
To do something for all.
Of the children out there who have alcoholics as parents.
And go thru what I went thru on a daily basis.
Memories flood thru my mind, good, bad, happy and sad.
I don't like to see so much pain.
This moment keeps slipping away.
But I promise you, it will be different today.
I'll spread your ashes the places we remember the most.
And celebrate your death, not morn too much.
It's hard enough dealing with such a loss.
Of someone you knew your whole life.
Then next thing you know they've taken you away like the stab of the knife.
It's not over, it's just the beginning.
Of something great that will be done for everyone.
None of you will be left out, and the only ones that will be left out...
Are the ones who do not Deserve this Justice, this Generosity and Free thinking Reality.
You may have died, but you spirit will live on.
Forever...
