Sing On

We have heard it said before That the soul beats on Long after the heart has tired in its mortal labor Where will our songs go After the grave has subdued its cries? Angered, silent ghosts will drop a glass And never hear it's shatter... How much more to them than broken glass, Will you matter? Remember this before your first exit: There will always be those that will hear the music, Beyond your days of breath Only special ears in tuned with the earth, And its universe he and she will see in all its shamelessness Sing on! Sing on to those you know will hear Let never your soul be mute Long after those special ears, tongue, flesh, and eyes Close to rot