He once had dreams of the future when he would grow old.

They faded away, that one day, but now he is forever young.

We never believed it and deny all the secrets that we were told.

But then in the moment, father time planned it; he is forever young.

Now in possession of something unequal to any amount of gold,

He is not burdened by the choices with pain. He is forever young.

Days and weeks passed from then on slowly, as we stood bold.

Memories reprinted themselves of him, but…he is forever young.

We don’t understand it, with him not beside us, here in the cold.

Though, we must know, he’ll out live us all, as he is forever young.

He’ll watch us all, believe it or not, from is point of the world.

He waits long for the moments when we’ll join him, as he is forever young.

Certain things haunt us and there are images we would like to fold.

Though we can’t forget and will always know, he is forever young.

So wake up mourners, now move on, and loosen your tight hold.

Live your life as much as he does now, because…he is forever young.