Ace Frehley

Got the news today, and I feel like I’m lost in space; I’m snow blind, and I can’t see a thing through all this snow.

I’m trying to be a good Rock Soldier, but it is so damn hard, looking through my window, and it’s all snow, and I can’t see a thing, I feel so outta place, and I can’t stop this snow from falling, I’m snow blind.

Goodbye, Ace, I’ll do my best, but I’m down, really fucking down.

I don’t want to play; I don’t want to sing. I feel so sunk ‘cause I never got to meet you, never got a chance to tell you I never would’ve picked up a guitar if it wasn’t for you, never got to say every time I played I had an Ace up my sleeve. And now all I can do is grieve. Ace, I promise I’ll do everything I can to make everyone hear my guitar scream, but for now, I’m a snow-blind rock soldier.

Goodbye, Ace, I’ll do my best, but I’m down, really fucking down.

But even in all this heavy snow, somewhere deep inside, there’s still a spark that refuses to go out. Maybe that’s the gift you left behind, Ace—the stubborn fire that keeps us moving, even when everything feels cold. So I’ll keep playing, keep searching for your sound in the storm, and maybe, just maybe, someday the snow will clear, and I’ll find you on the other side, still rocking, still free. Until then, this one’s for you.