When the breath flies far away
And the hope of youth has passed away
Even then when nonsense fills my brain
I hope that the words will flow.
For I cannot hope for no more pain
that all my loved ones will get away
that life will be as it is today
for this life must one day go.
But when it leaves for another plane
Where the old will never walk with canes
There will the music always reign
And lyrics will spring from the snow.
This all will pass in a mist like rain
and verses cannot not stay the same,
these rhymes already crack and strain
but behind the veil the words will flow.