Life is but a song,
A different kind of song,
It marches to its own drum beat,
Yet repeats the chorus
to idealize the past.

It begins with a story,
And ends with a solution,
I can see what life is like
When each lyric stripes a memory,
And each memory plays a chord.

Years and years can even pass
For the final thought
In that special song,
But when the time comes,
You know you have
Passed right through.

Completing your song
Into a world class masterpiece,
One where history will never
Forget your inspiring words,
As you keep in tune
With reality.

Writing about all your struggles,
Until one day,
For when the time comes,
You have created the worlds most
Sweetest melody.