Song of Life
I sang, but you weren’t there,
I called, but you didn’t come.
I offered you my finest gift,
My voice, my heart, and all my love.
You never took the time to see,
The person that I really am,
To hear the songs within my soul.
To see the light within.
I sang of loss, of joy and pain.
Of beauty and of fleeting fame.
I sang my own true song of love,
And still you never came.
But others came to listen,
With open hearts and ears.
For them I sang the sweetest songs.
That purest hearts can hear.
Today I sing a new song,
A song not yet complete.
With eyes that look ahead
The future I will meet.
I’ll write the music of my life,
Of loss, of joy, of pain.
Then my soulful songs of beauty
Ere I’m gone shall yet remain.