Remember the heartbeats; hear the crying of the tears
Listen quietly and you will hear the sound of hearts
beating as one, fearful for the one who is nearing the end.
It all was so long ago on a clear summer day we stood
in orderly rows waiting in the new school grounds
each heart beat then as one, but time and distance catches
all no matter how far we travelled and the fading sound is a
Heartbeat pulsing gently of a great guy as he lies in his bed
No words can he speak, no movement, even of his head, only
listen to his heartbeat, remembering the orderly rows of long ago
when we all stood together in the now old forgotten school grounds.
Where have all the hearts gone, most lying beneath the ground,
But still if we listen on a clear summer’s day we shall hear the heartbeats
of those proud young boys on their way to becoming men
