Ryan Sweezey - Storytellers

A name carved in a new gravestone
One whose tales were never told
'Cause they were thrown by younger souls away
Never to see the light of day
The lessons that we leave behind
I'm sure no one will ever find
Our stories aren't the kind to last
The future breaks us from the past
These younger fingers
Never learned how to write a letter
It seems this world of ours
Is running out of storytellers
Looking back on all our miles
We'll sift through computer files
Instead of fishing through the piles of pictures
After all, we know it's quicker
So we take a distant view
Of thirty takes, no need to choose
Just a precious few to hold
In our hands and in our souls
There'll be no boxes
Full of dust and memories down in the cellar
It seems this world of ours
Is running out of storytellers
Sometimes we have no idea of
What we have until it's gone
While we're here we're meant to be loved
Though we are not here for long
Sometimes we have no idea of
What we have until it's gone
While we're here we're meant to be loved
Though we are not here for long
Trading faces for a screen
The real thing for a figurine
'Cause we don't know what they will mean to us
Ash turns to ash and dust to dust
And when they're gone we're asking how
We didn't see them take their bow
Yeah, they were allowed to fade
And when we saw it was too late
We hold on to so much
Thanks to all today's endeavors
But the most important ones
Were never meant to be around forever
So lift your eyes and listen close to them
While we can, well, I know that we better
'Cause I know this world of ours
Is running out of storytellers
Sometimes we have no idea of
What we have until it's gone
While we're here we're meant to be loved
Though we are not here for long
Sometimes we have no idea of
What we have until it's gone
While we're here we're meant to be loved
Though we are not here for long

Written by:
Ryan Sweezey

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