Rest His Soul - William Elliott Whitmore

We were living proof of a dying dream

The truth is no one saw us coming

There’s always one more song left to sing

So we hit the ground running

It was all for the light, the spark

And the moment for our miracle point

The needle raised up

And the record stopped spinning

But the music kept going

Bless his soul and lay him down

The spirit is willing but the flesh cannot be found

Unencumbered by the tedium of other men’s ways

Our path was our own

Mindless, endless nights and days

Were the best that I’ve known

It was all for the reason for the pure simple truth

For those that have come and have gone

Sometimes I just don’t know what to do

But just keep on

Bless his soul and ley him down

The spirit is willing but the flesh is in the ground

My brother, my brother won’t you go on home

Your loved ones miss you and we’ve been gone too long