Soon, his body will get cold
and you all will see
not all will get old
soon, his words will fail
and you all will see
some dreams are stale

Soon, the curtain will fall
and the light will fade out
what would be the end of all??
soon his voice will fade
but something will be left out
all that he thought and made

Soon, the truth will unfold
and you all will see
all he craved was a hand to hold
soon, his words will prevail
and all will just see
and pass them as tales...
© Horiolla's_writing