The world can rush, the busy day,
But some things must not fade away.
To find the light, the truth inside,
And love, where hearts can all abide.
No final goodbye, just words to keep,
While the busy world is fast asleep.
More than bright fame, or songs we hold,
A simple truth, more precious than gold.
This is why his spirit stays,
In all our hearts, through all our days.
Not for the notes, or notes he played,
But for the love that never swayed.
His gentle voice, though heard no more,
Still whispers, reaching to the core.
When we choose kindness, pure and true,
His loving echo shines anew.
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