Ozzy, we never met – not face to face,
But your voice still echoes through time and space.
A song, a scream, a sacred sound,
In every note, a piece of me was found.

You sang while I was falling apart,
You screamed when silence broke my heart.
In basements, bedrooms, and concert halls,
You lifted me when the darkness called.

I’m not just mourning Ozzy, I’m mourning an age,
A chapter inked on every page.
Of my youth, my fire, of my reckless days,
Of dreams I chased in a smoky haze.

You were there in the car on my first ride,
And In midnight tears I tried to hide.
You were played at my wedding, you were played at wakes,
You were a constant in my joys and aches.

I grieve not just Ozzy who has gone,
But who I was when his voice played on.
The leather, the eyeliner, the madness and art,
All carved his legend into my heart.

You weren’t just the Prince of Darkness,
You were Ozzy – raw, unfiltered and with sharpness
We saw the man behind the myth,
In slippers, shouting “Sharon!” at your kith.

Through The Osbournes, you became our dad,
Chaotic, hilarious, tender, and oh yes, so mad.
You let me in to your everyday mess,
And somehow it made me love you more, not less.

You stumbled, swore, and made me laugh,
A rock god split clean down the half.
Part metal legend, part soft old soul,
A man who made the broken whole.

I watched from home that final show,
July the 5th, the lights aglow.
Villa Park roared through my screen,
A legend’s farewell, raw and serene.

His body was frail, but Ozzy’s fire still burned,
A lifetime of love in every word returned.
I knew right then, right from the start,
He was taking his final bow, and it broke my heart.

Ozzy has always been there, a soundtrack, a flame,
Flickering bright through my pleasure and pain.
His voice was a thread through the fabric of me,
Now the silence rings endlessly.

So when they ask, “Why do you cry, why do you care?”
I answer, “Because Ozzy really was there.”
I cry for him because he held my hands,
Through every storm I couldn’t withstand.

Goodbye, dear Ozzy, voice of the void,
Of chaos, beauty, and of being paranoid (see what I did there!)
You were a feeling, fierce and true,
We never met, but I feel I knew you.