A hero of the people, a genuine soul
underneath a material spotlight.
Bringing the endless crowd to
their feet to join the fight.
The echo of chants still ring
throughout the arenas of history,
as a hot-bed of charisma lays
effortlessly on the vacant ropes.
A driving, bouncing entrance that
belongs to no one else but him.
A smile that only God could
create for the beauty of man.
His beloved shimmy,
an indication of future victory.
Following up with the precise
splashes of a true perfectionist,
always dousing the opponent.
Now a guardian of trust that overlooks
all matches. The role he mastered
down here on earth. Casting
the shadows away from his
troubled friends. His presence
still held high upon the minds that
carry him with them every day.
The championship belt that reflects
a heart of gold. With a body of
inspiring strength, outshining his
major demons. His memory is kept
alive by the unwavering devotion
of fans. A legacy that thrives in
the eternal ring, with bursting
pride that resides in the past.
For there lies an undeniable
hole in the modern business.
His leap of faith to keep those
home-bound wings another day.
The unbreakable resilience in a
single human being - the never-ending,
force of a shooting star.
Soaring too close to the sky,
we weren't ready to say goodbye.
He stole our hearts from the beginning,
and we'll never get it back.
If only we could see that charming
face once more. Gaze into his eyes with reassurance,
and never let him exit the world's great door.