To Peter

I was walking out the door when she told me you were dead
Words not quite registering inside this empty head.

With a car-load of friends, off to the Fair
The news of your fate reflecting my stare.

It couldn't be true, it couldn't for fuck's sake
I'll find out in the morning it was all a mistake.

Unfortunately it wasn't, it was sadly true
You were 70 yards away when those assholes shot you.

Your murder led to international outrage
Making the news on my hometown's front page.

A parade in your honor on St. Patrick's day
Your impact is still felt to this day.

Farewell for now, my dear Irish friend
Life isn't always the way we intend.

All of those memories we created out back
Only increase the pain as my smile fades to black.