For Tyler

  

  

 

    Wipe away tears and hold my hand,

  

  

    The time has come for the leader of the band.

  

  

    His passing may have come to soon,

  

  

    Now we all march to a different tune.

  

  

    But left behind for us to hold,

  

  

    Are treasures more precious than gold.

  

  

    On wobbly legs we will stand,

  

  

    to form ranks hand in hand.

  

  

    We shall not waiver or break form,

  

  

    We have our band to face the storm.

  

  

    

  

  

    I miss you, Ja Ja

  

 

 

 

 

-Walter Kowalczyk Sr.