The Torch Has Been Passed

A single flame will always burn As a memory for us to remember and learn It was a cold winter’s day The twentieth of January A young man standing in the bitter wind And a new chapter in our history was about begin His words echoed through out this nation The torch has been passed to a new generation He captured our hearts with each phrase And we still recall with pride when we think of them today But then in an instant it was gone The torch, the flame, and most of all a man named John We watched and cried that November day Stumbling in the darkness thinking never again to find out way But then a flame began to glow And the light from it lit a path we began to follow All was not lost that dark day And somehow, someway his dreams will happen for all one day