A Song Sung

Because life is a short and fragile thing I'll take the time to play and sing And because life is dear and lasts only so long I'll spend my days in games and song Not a day goes by where I'm not face-to-face With the joy and the strength of the young And I pass not one day's embrace Without hearing a song that is nearly sung Each day will take one soul away From me, so I'll cherish whom I am among And the things that come so easily Will bring pain before my song is sung As it approaches what matters is made clear And no thought is wasted as it draws near With purpose I seek and hold to what's dear And to be forgotten becomes my only fear There is no way to know the last day So today I will play and sing And love and cherish whom I am among And never forget when a song's been sung