Hank taken so early, now long ago

New Generations come, as older ones go

In search of the man, so present yet gone

Could he remain in the words of the song

They glean shadowed pictures or items he owned

Others feed pet theories, of blame for a wrong

Be it man, legend or loss we atone

Does he lie hidden in the words of the song

Many stand at his grave, some there by night

For a glimpse of a sense, in cloud covered light

Is it the faults, is it the fame

Maybe the talent we wish to lay claim

Whatever the reason, right or wrong

The answer's in the words of the song

I've seen every type since my youth

From the world over, seeking the truth

The thing most missed, now becomes known

It's the God-Giver sought in the words of the song.