My Words Remain

I used to sing like there was no tomorrow,

channeled all my love, passion, pain and sorrow,

into every chorus, verse and refrain;

my voice is gone, my words remain.

I used to dance with strength and spirit,

moved myself to match rhythm, genre and lyric,

but now, all I do is stretch in vain;

my body is done, my words remain.

I used to love with every fiber of my being,

every ounce of my soul consumed with feeling.

But since he left me, love’s never been the same;

my heart is gone, my words remain.

I used to write every day, all that I felt,

and somehow writing everything down did help.

Eternally valued, my words will sustain;

my time is done, my words remain.