Awkward & Tall... A poem for Cory
For Cory
You considered yourself awkward and tall
But you were the kindest, cutest, wisest of all
Your lopsided grin, your hazel eyes
Could turn an army of screams into loveable sighs
You had charm, you had style with a goofball grace
That you let shine so brightly upon your freckled face
A proud Canadian, Number one Nucks fan
You were one hell of a guy, one hell of a man
You could drum the voices out of symbols and skin
letting yourself go, releasing the animal within
Your voice was soulful, majestic and smooth
Cancelling out your inability to dance or move
One half of Finchel, to us they were endgame
With Rachel Finns wife, and Hudson her last name
One half of Monchele, You were each others heart
But a cruel twist of fate would tear that apart
Because in the end, when all was said and done
You lost your struggle and your demons finally won
On July 13th, to many just an ordinary day
The sun came up and the Angels took you away
The 'if only's' weighing heavy one every mind
That intervention or action could have saved someone so kind
The phrase 'It was his time' hard to stomach hard to take
Because you gone from our world is some heartbroken mistake
An legacy is all that remains one that will never fall
Because its the legacy of a man labelled awkward and tall
And we as your fans, a Montourage that gave you their love
Will keep it alive as you smile and watch from above.
