Whispers of old ways, Specters of past days, Traces of crow’s feet, Woven in time’s lace. Echoes of soirées, Remnants of played games, Cheers with our families, Memories fading. Youth betrayed by the hour glass, We knew the good old days would never last .There are things that can’t be healed by drug or cast. All good things must see their end, Through thick and thin and all that’s been. It’s been a grand old ride. But, I think it’s time for me to fly. Yes, I’ve climbed every mountain I’ve seen, ran every race there could be, Forged every valley, Now I think I am ready, For one last adventure for me. I know I’ll miss all the ones I’ve left behind, But as God is my witness, If you truly seek you’ll shall find, And you’ll find me. I’m running those streets of gold, I’ll see friends and heroes of old. Singing your praises, With every day amazes that I won’t have pain anymore. yeah you’ve been with me through every moment, even when I was too blind to see it. Some loved ones we’ve lost in this battle we call life but home’s on the other side.
Yes, I’ve climbed every mountain I’ve seen, ran every race there could be, Forged every valley, Now I think I am ready, For one last adventure for me.
Don’t forget it’s not goodbye. It’s just see you next time. Don’t forget it’s not goodbye It’s just see you next time.