He was an eternal boy…
Who wants to have a guitar as a toy…
He was from a depressed region…
His dream was his religion!
He tried to work in routine dirt…
But heart called higher from that skirt!
He attempted to hide from life,
But was punished by own wife.
One day he felt no inspiration
One shot and he’s in God’s mansion.
He’s an angel, but with sordid wings…
Now for Eden for long he sings…
Oh, Kurt Cobain, Ah Kurt Cobain…
Your death is always my sharp pain!!!