As I lay next to you at age 81
I imagine your life, what it could have become
You stare at the ceiling as I hold your hand
And speak to you lovingly, "Mom, I understand."
I see you in Italy, Paris, France
Painting for passers by, dancing your dance
Am I just imagining in my mind and heart
Would you live your dream if you had a new start?
A-a-a-a-a-a-ah
A-a-a-a-a-a-ah
As your flame flickers and your wax runs low
In the cells off my being your life's still aglow
I must move toward the shadow of sorrow
To unmask my joy and face tomorrow
A-a-a-a-a-a-ah
A-a-a-a-a-a-ah
I'm but a fragment of your beaming life
An ember lit from your passion and fire
A thousand candles you could ignite
Without ever dimming your light
A thousand lifetimes one in the same
Pass me the torch to carry your name
A-a-a-a-a-a-ah
A-a-a-a-a-a-ah