Author - sister
Submitted By - tipHis name was Timothy, a Lineman.
He was thirty-two and his favorite color was blue.
He was also a father of two.
He was yah high and almost got dark light the night sky.
His name was Timothy, a Lineman.
He loved his job, but loved his daughters even more.
He played hard, but worked even harder.
And he did it all for his daughters.
His name was Timothy, a Lineman.
He was active like Proactiv and healthy like Mr. Wealthy.
He is now like hawk.
He sours up high in the blue sky.
His name was Timothy, a Lineman.
He was always safe, careful and always very helpful.
So what could have happened?
He was on a job and lost his life.
His name was Timothy, a Lineman.
There was no time to say good-bye,
Cause you were gone in a blink of an eye.
We sit outside, looking at the sky.
Asking God why?
His name was Timothy, a Lineman.
He had kept the world turning and the lights burning.
But now we are all hurting.
It seemed like the world had stopped turning.
His name was Timothy, a Lineman.
But all had called him Tim and loved talking and listening to him.
But now we can just remember him.
And never stop loving him.
His name was Tim, a Lineman.