On a day that life ends for one,
Life goes on...
As if... it never existed...
This thing - this being...
With life, what goes on too
Is the legacy
That he left behind
All those years
When he was stuck in glorified races that he had
With himself, and with them all
And the pain he saw first hand,
In himself first and then through others
Brought him to tears...
Shedding all his fears...
He decided then, to go
And create his own...
Not fortune, but legacy...
A legacy that is, of gold...
Not gold, but golden...
Not diamonds, but still forever...
With life, what goes on too
Is the legacy
That he left behind
Stars would rise, at a shining time...
And speak of me, with pride galore
Of all the women, and men that followed
The path I set, and all those thirsty souls
A legacy, of mine, was left behind
For I, was also He,
That everyone had come to speak of
In their living years, and then some...
And then some, for years after mine were done...
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