Flynt
You had a prescence that is seldom
found,
You thought you were God,
And many called you A Lord,
Fire burned in your heart and
The sun shone from your eyes.
But your life was destined to
be short
And it was I who had to play God
But I knew I had made the right
decision
When I held you in my arms
And we last looked in each
others eyes
I could still see the sun shining
And the fire burning in your heart.