Trouble Water

This storm has brew for such a

long time.

The wind was strong and the waves were high,

trying to cross over he couldn't get

off his mind.

Trouble water.

The things he'd done , the trouble he'd bought,

the love ones he'd let down, the

battles he'd fought.

Trouble water.

The times we cried and he hours we laughed.

The friends we've picked up and

some of them passed.

Trouble water.

Lil buddy, take off your shoes

lay down your coat.

There will be no more rough seas

for your little boat.

Tonight you finally crossed over.

Trouble water.

in memory of

Craig Weitinger