When the sun sets on this blessed day
When the dark comes to take the light away
When the song is sung and the singing stops
When the silence is the only thing that never seems to stop
Who will remember this generation,
The sons and daughters of a split nation
Who can remember the dying embers that seem to fade away in the cold of December?
Can I remember the faces and places of in the midst of the race
What will become of us?
When I am old, will I tell the stories
Of a nation sinking from its original glory
Or of one rising up to a new occasion?
Will the dead be honored for the lives they gave
Or will their names be wiped from the grave
To honor someone else
When they worked hard to give this all to us?
Will history cause the children to forget
Because no one wants to remember the regret and pain
Will they try to make it seem
That the greatest people were the only ones that mattered.
Will we be forgotten in this mad race to make a place for oneself
And even if we try to put our name on this land
When will it be covered by the new people who will stand?
Who will remember the mothers
Who raised the children of the world?
Who will remember the fathers
Who fought to make this the best world
For their children, the centers of their hearts.
Who will remember the men and women
Who perhaps didn’t make the grade
And resolved to live a quieter life
Filled with love and kindness and everything great
From the servers to the washers to the doctors and the lawyers
The people who made a difference
Step by step
Line upon line
Precept upon precept.
Who will remember the soldiers
The men and women
Who miss each baseball game, Christmas, and awards assembly
To risk their lives
For their country?
Who will honor them?
Who will honor us?
Will our names be blackened by history
And the mistakes others made
Just because they happened to make the grade
That everyone tries to meet?
Will we be forgotten because we were not
Talked about enough?
Will we be replaced by
And everyone else
Who stomps the
Who will remember us?
Can I remember enough
To tell my children about the history of my home
And those who changed life for the better?
Can I remember it all for you?
For the people who deserve to be remembered?
Can this next generation
Remember the glory of each
Act of Kindness
And small service?
For who will remember us
When we are devoured by the dust
Of this new generation?
Hold my hand tightly-
Do not stray from my side.
Stay with me in this oncoming tide
Of a new world ready to leave us behind.
Say a small prayer-
Simply stay with me
And we will remain steadfast.
But if the tide rips us apart
If your heart gives out to the fear of the storm
If you flee someplace else in search of someplace warm
And I will remember you.
Raise a glass to tonight-
Hold my hand tight-
One last time
For this night only
We are at the top of the world.
And if we can hold on
We will tell them all of how we won
And we will tell the stories
Pass them on
So that the song will not remain unsung
And go on
Remember, my dear friend.
Come close, my dear friend.
Hold to me, my dear friend.
Here it comes.