When we die what do we leave behind?
Memories of those we affected
But memories fade with time
Most have children whose memories
Live on for a generation perhaps two
But music, for those of us lucky enough to make it
Can make a mark large enough to last forever, to make a
change.
That’s why there’s nothing more important
The sacrifices I make, you see as insanity
All are leading to a greater view that only I can see
This, my letter to you, asks for patience
And understanding while I walk a path
That was only meant for me.
Although we walk hand in hand, your path differs
Making it impossible for either to fully comprehend the other's.
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