Up in Smoke | Dennis Cockerham

This morning at approximately  1:45 am
C. Cockerham
Our 17-year-old son
Pulled over for speeding
Arrested on a warrant

He was on the run again

I wrote this for him:

“UP IN SMOKE’

Smoke is but a memory
A memory of the flame
Who’s gonna be there
Remembering your name

Up in smoke

A lot alike
That’s what I like about you
What you go through
I go through it too

The road you travel
I’ve been down
Hurts real bad
When your head hits the ground

Apologizing
For the things you’ve done
No more fun
Like when it began

Up in smoke

It’s not about the world
It’s about you
Stand up Stand tall
Do what you can do

By your own hand
You gotta make that stand
The streets demand
Player or fan

On the run
Couldn’t bring that home
Everyone has got your back
But you are standing all alone

Up in smoke

Now jail cells
I know them just too well
Feeling defeated
How do you tell

What you know
Actions just don’t show
It’s time to go
But time it goes too slow

Forced to wait
Determine your fate
What I’m trying to say
Before it’s too late

This is but a journey
You come and you go
Don’t let your life
Go up in smoke

Up in smoke

Up in smoke

Up in smoke

Smoke is but a memory
A memory of the flame
Who’s gonna be there
Remembering your name

Up In Smoke

(we love you buddy—mom and dad)

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