When forever ends,
and your heart returns to dust;
When your journey concludes,
and leave a legacy you must;
Writing speaks eternally,
even when the mouth is mute.
The Word "tommorrow" can be an empty feeling.
The days grow shorter as you grow older,
and the hearts around you seem to grow colder.
It all leads to the same thing.
Whether you're loved, or lonely,
beautiful or homely.
Every future turns out the same.
But what then?
What happens when life seems to short to leave a legacy?
So much feeling and raw emotion,
and so many hearts to touch,
but such few hours in a day.
So few chances to shine.
Words speak, and never die.
And wether you whisper or shout, you are heard rehardless.