Twenty-five years he's been gone
Too many years to remember
So many years without John
Far too many years without him
Would this world be different if he had lived?
Now we will never know
Never a thought for his killer
For he is my greatest foe
A man who could take the life of a hero
Is not a man at all
Anyone who could be that mean and low
Does not deserve his freedom
Our beloved John did not deserve to die
For he was a great man
Every day I ask myself the reason why
It was only for Chapman's pleasure
So every year we gather at Central Park
To remember our hero, John
Only because of a jerk named Mark
Must we feel so alone
John, we will forever be thinking of you
Everything you've done for us
For your work was true
Someday it will be reality
But now we feel the coming of tears
Crying for our loss
They will come for many years
For you will never return to us.
