Memories

MMY Choir 2000

I’m a tired old and worn out man

And my eyes have long gone blind

most things that people say to me

Just seem to slip my mind

But the suffering and painful times

That were in years long gone

Are still as clear upon my memory

As the numbers on my arm

What will become of all the memories

Are they to scatter with the dust in the breeze

Who will stand before the World

Knowing what to say

When the very last survivor

Fades away

When I hold my grandson close to me

And his fingers trace the pattern of my tears

He asks me “Zayda, tell me why do you cry

What is it that you fear?”

And I tell him there once was another child

Who sound as sweet and felt as warm

But he was taken from before my eyes

And only I remained to mourn

What will become of all the memories

Are they to scatter with the dust in the breeze

Who will stand before the World

That wishes to deny

How will they believe in someone

Who never heard the cries

There’s little I can say or do to make things change

Time has a way of passing by so fast

Like a fleeting shadow no one will recall

The faces of the past

What will become of all the memories

Are they to scatter like the dust in the breeze

Only one thought gives me comfort -

It’s all that I have left -

I know that God in heaven

Won’t forget.

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