One day, dear friend,
when the time is right,
You will go.
You will pack your bags swiftly
And deliberately,
taking just what you need
for life and for love,
and you will go.
You will say goodbye to those
Who were not supposed to be remembered
Who were just part of that place, that path,
And that time,
Those tears and those prayers,
The ones you came
To love.
And for them, because they cannot,
You will go.
You will follow the verses
To the songs that have stayed with you,
That have held your heart upright,
And the crescendos of countless cellos and
Whispers from the tips of sincere lips
Will guide your way.
And you will go
You will go
Go, go, go, friend.
And never stop
In your going
Until your soul, your songs
Are needed by another.
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