An eye for an I, you saw me when I was blue, covered up every bruise
The things you pushed me to pursue, and get through, how I have no clue
Your lines and rhymes sweep me right off of my feet
It doesn't matter how many faces I have to meet
All of her hart still belongs to Oliver Hart
And on the sixteenth of October, I fell apart
Your lyrics are miracles, the words are impiracle
Even though you're not here, don't fear, we're still hearing you
You wrote the soundtrack to my life and in the end
Please know no matter what you'll always have me as a friend
© Troy