Soon کے بول

Soon you'll not remember anything But then someday neither will I Tomorrow, though, is nothing to fear Because, father, it's always today Life won't flash before your eyes Instead, we'll fall away then melt like snow The secret storms of your wild youth Now just gentle breezes, warm and faint Soon you'll not remember anything But then someday neither will I Tomorrow, though, is nothing to fear Because, father, it's always today I can't ride on your cold tails again Like I always did as a little boy We are sand in all the old shores now My whole hand hanging onto your thumb There's a place in the palace of you We can always be standing like that We could hide in there, just as we were then Just my father, and I am just your son Your son Your son Your son