The young man looks beyond the field
For a world unknown to be revealed
Full of hope, fortune and richest dreams
Of a bright full future the dawn’s light brings.
But he died many years ago.
The world, a page upon which to write
His life before before him, a future bright
Ambition unbridled as a beast set free
With a youthful heart, the world to see.
But he died many years ago
And lo, there came a maiden fair
When Springtime blooms were in the air
Through summer’s heat and stormy rains
‘Fore Autumn’s first breath the beast was tamed.
But he died many years ago
Tales begin with a newborn’s cry
The youth grows tall as the years roll by
The seasons come and go again
Now heed the words that Wallace said,
“All men die but few men live.”
Not what we gain but in what we give
Truest treasure in this world we find
Not what's acquired, but's left behind
For in the book we are but one line
A fleeting moment in the space of time
We’ll pass the torch before too long
Then will it matter once we're gone?
But in a flash, the young man’s old
Forgotten now, with much untold
Years have passed since he was born
His life and times, now go unmourned.
Why, his life and times unmourned?
Because he died many years ago.
