With all our Legends gone
and all our Divas dead,
We contemplate destruction
but cling to life instead.
Small wonder we berate ourselves;
abbreviate our passion.
When friends decline and fade away
in melancholy fashion.
Can't fight a tide so overblown --
nor turn away its wave.
Can't comfort souls who grieve and moan
nor resurrect the grave.
Can't ask a heart to bear too much
before the beat gives way.
Can't take away the loving touch
and ask the heart to stay.