RFF

Reaching, fading, falling

I feel a strange sort of calling

As if we all with one voice sing 

And in our voice, all echo’s ring 

Is this truly living? 

To live each day as if reaching, fading, falling? 

In the end it is my calling

to you, I think, to always sing. 

And in a new song, echos ring, 

of reaching--calling--for a life worth living.