I've had a song kicking around in my head for years. It started after my father died in 1989. The lyrics never gelled, and maybe never will, but the chorus came to me almost immediately. Writing it makes me sad, which might be the reason I never finished. Watching someone slowly fade away is worse than a sudden, tragic death.
So, since it may never be finished, I'll write down the chorus; maybe someday it won't be just another unfinished task
As we sit and think of days gone by
And the time that slipped away
He used to stand so straight and tall
It seems like yesterday
And he lays there now, so small and frail
And sleeps most every day
He can't get up; he can't go on
We never thought it would be that way
So, sail away, sail away
The lord is waiting for you across this storm tossed bay
He has built a house of memories
He'll take away your pain
Sail away, sail away, sail away.