Life is a song that tragedy beckons to an end,
The melody is the company that holds your hand when it does;
Children are your echo that history cannot deny.
Life is a song that tragedy beckons to an end,
The melody is the company that holds your hand when it does;
Children are your echo that history cannot deny.
Commit to memory
Everything you picked up in your trajectory
Don’t come down to land
Until you’ve done all that you can
As these are what you have
When your quieter days
Outnumber the hectic ones