They say you walk with angels.
They say you amble along crystal clear streams,
admidst great golden plains and rolling green hills.
They say it’s a wonderful place, a beautiful place,
a kingdom for the very special among us.
But special doesn’t sound like you
not the ordinary man I knew
So I don’t believe it;
I knew you better then and I know you better still
There is no bubbling brook where you walk
no pastures of green
no plains of gold.
You are with me.
I see you when I look into my eyes;
I hear you when I speak, I recognize you in the simple idea,
the solitary thought,
the singular hope
that I live my life the way you lived yours.
And I know in my heart
I will only ever be an ordinary man.