If in the end, the applause is right
The light of life makes way for night
And I face the final curtain call
To no longer be - but was that all?
If only something could remain
Serving as a fount of life
The roots of joy, dispelling strife
Growing directly out of me
Because my soul is a source of glee
Which lets my memory live again
Instead of just a dream of me
A tree for all eternity
A living memory instead of just stone
So that you and I are never alone
Leaves falling as life starts again.
- Tim Pani -
