Ever since I bought Hysteria at Wal*mart, I have fallen in love with Def Leppard.
A poem to Steve
All I have got is your photograph, but, all I want to do is touch you.
And your so far away, you're heavens child now.
Out of the slums of the city, in the great past mother land, you rose to greats, and played the Les Paul.
But, in a time of alcohol and despair, and from fame and fortune, you perished by body, but not from heart and soul.
To be unique and talented, you have gained the attention of millions, and to be a fan is a great honor, and some wonder how you carry on.
People die from drugs and alcohol, with or without intention, every single day.
To be gone by body forever, is a tough fact to face!!!!
So Steve, never Leave. Thousands seem to be lost and I was one of them.