Some day it is my hope
that you come to
the incredible depth
I have been privileged
and humbled to know

I was overwhelmed
I remember supporting
the young woman next to me
as she struggled through tears to sing
knowing that she had lost
her mother a few years earlier.

I remember the day
after her childhood friend passed away.
I remember the day
our friend who had lost both of his parents.
I remember the day
for the victims of
tragedy.
I remember the day I stood
and shared with them the stories
of my own losses,

the power of music
how we can help each other
and the world cope with these
life and death matters.

Yes, our voices are young.
So are our hearts.