Closing His Story

For five long years I traced the family line

Inherited the stories, made them mine

But now the ink has dried,

the desk is cold

Since your departure, half the tale's untold

(ahhh) I stared at empty lines for months on end Trying to

write an ending to a friend

But every word of grief just felt so wrong

Like minor notes inside a major song And I finally turned the

last page

To see your light upon the stage

It’s not about how the story ends It's all the love a

lifetime sends Yes, I finally turned the last page (ooh-ohh)

I realized the truth this very night

Your final chapter isn't shadow's light

It's in the laughter that we used to share

The quiet courage that is always there

One final sentence on the paper line

'Your simple grace is now forever mine'

And with those words I let the sorrow go

And let the healing river flow

I turned the last

page

(hm-mmm) We carry on