Memory can tell us
only what we were,
In company with those we loved;
It cannot help us find out what each of us,
Alone, must now become.
Yet, no person is really alone;
Those who live no more still echo
Within our thoughts and words,
And what they did has become
Woven into what we are.
only what we were,
In company with those we loved;
It cannot help us find out what each of us,
Alone, must now become.
Yet, no person is really alone;
Those who live no more still echo
Within our thoughts and words,
And what they did has become
Woven into what we are.
If tears could build
a stairway,
And memories a lane,
I’d walk right up to heaven
And bring you home again.
a stairway,
And memories a lane,
I’d walk right up to heaven
And bring you home again.
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