Still the Song Lives On
I take a lifetime, turn it into song
to hold it captive deep within my breast
And I call it to me whenever I can’t see your face;
for the words recall what time can’t erase.
And I remember all the joy and laughter
all the times of sharing from a life now gone.
And the sweet, sweet music, so pure that I forget breathe.
Though the singer’s gone, still the song lives on.
I take a lifetime, toss it in the wind
to watch the sorrows falling to the ground.
But the times of gladness float above the breeze so high
to become as many song as there are stars in the sky.
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