Soon I will be history, soon just a memory
For you to remember... or not
Soon I will be in a picture book, hidden under a nook
But for now, let me tell you what I'm about.
I used to play the drums on my highchair
I cried for comfort at midnight
I used to feel the beat of old souls
Much to my audience's delight.
I used to ride my two wheeler bike
I took it everywhere, even out of sight
I played the guitar at all hours
Dissolved my fears until the early light.
Soon I will be history, soon just a memory
For you to recall with compassion
Soon I will fade away and rise to the stars
Will you recall my joy and passion?
Three decades of service, years of labour
I kept delaying our time together to savour
Hell-bent on achieving, running and competing
Until my heart gives out and stops beating.
One favour I ask before my final gasp
Can you do me a solid, one that will last?
Take in my music and lyrics to heart
Take in the beauty and add in your part.
Soon I will be history, soon just a memory
Heaven is one more song away...
Soon I will fly up to the great music library
Listening for your notes, the ones that say
I love you.
