Life gone
Leaving its memories
The footprints in the minds
The words said and forgotten
Like the wind whirring
Listening to sound remembering
As if the calling voices will be heard
“We are living in the next world”
The faces may fade
Moving on is still the parade
Of faces floating in the sky
Knowing it touches the minds
The voices may have died
In the mind the old record will play
Singing the tunes all over again
The memories of times gone by
Moving on to see the light
The footprints will stay
But life has to move on
Remember the songs
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