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To the Man in Black who blessed our ears,

Teller of memories during those rambling years.

And just as it appears,

You brought us to tears.

Those lucky enough to hear,

Knew you had no fear.

Whether you’re going to Jackson,

Or watching God cut the sinners down,

You know that your loyal fans,

Will always be around.

But your songs were more to me

Than lyrical classics and hits,

They’re filled with the truth and your unstoppable wit.

So, Johnny I want you to know,

You’re so special to me, I call you my hero.

Even though you’re up above, this is the truth.

I see you as young ballplayers see Babe Ruth.

Your music brings light and positivity to me,

I’d choose you over Dylan and Springsteen.

Your words will not be topped or looked down upon.

Even though your gone, may your soul live on.

You’ve done a lot for me in the challenges of life.

You’ve helped me overcome anxiety and strife.

I hope that one day we will meet face-to-face.

You’ll greet me with your understanding love,

Mercy, and grace.

May your time in heaven be spent well.

I guess until next time, this is farewell.

Sincerely, Kennedy Goins.