An echo fades of sounds once heardBy thousands brought together forHis ringing voice, a soul that stirredThe faithful to a mighty roar.For twenty years upon the stageFor twenty years upon the stageThe passion deep within his soulBrought forth the anger and the rageHis vision locked upon one goal.The promises of rock and roll couldBreak the chains upon his life,Guitar in hand he vowed he wouldBe free from pain and inner strife.He shook the rafters in the hallsAnd brought the faithful to their feet,His river coursed through mighty wallsAcross this land, down every street.With flag unfurled he took the wordAcross the seas to hungry youthWho raised their hands when e’er they heardHis cries for faith, and hope, and truth.Today he stands with inner peaceA man content with home and health,Upon his brow a jagged creaseA symbol of success and wealth.The thunder of his younger daysHas passed, and now his words revealA calmer soul in many waysFulfilled with satisfactions real.His arms upraised against the lightHe stands alone, his eyes look towardThe ground below, a bird in flightStill searching for his true reward.His mission done, he finds retreatWith children and a loving wife,His body tired from the heatThe price he pays for touring life.But deep within the longings stirThe music runs within him still,His passions for the times that wereAre stronger than his iron will.And all of us who know the manWill come together when he criesThe message we all understandThe thunder in us never dies.