Song of Life

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.