What will they remember when I have been long gone?
Will I only be a chunk of stone that a names been chiseled on?
Will I just be a word that once was written in a rhyme?
Or will I be a memory that has been passed down through time?

Memories in motion, that’s what I truly think we are.
We leave a trail of memories on a path we’ve traveled far.
We are the sum of what’s behind us, back to the time where we began.
There are no memories of the future, for that’s a place we’ve never been.

I think that those that follow pick up our memories as we go.
Just as we hold on to memories that we picked up long ago.
What we are is not the flesh and bone, that everybody sees.
In the end what we are you see is simply memories.

So I like to take my feelings and my past and write them down.
For somewhere in the future there my memories can be found.
And as they read my memories they will shine just like the stars.
For what we did and what we said, is truly who we are.


Jack Roberts – September 21 2002