The Waves Of Fame
Elvis was a dear friend of mine,
Although I was the dearest age of seven when he past...
A good reason for those to grasp,
He stood at the center of space & time

Launch through a circus that robbed him blind,
Giving off steam as to energy....

learning to bleed
which cause to disease

one hand to hold a heart to mend
The waves of fame

The ghetto was in his veins
a chance to change

the fullness of time
down to my last thin dime

His mother cried,
Although the baby died

Elvis was renewed
a fullness by which to chew

Then he died