Your sunset has come
Your work has been done
I never picked fruit from your garden
So How can I Say?
In my youth I tasted the juice
that seduced the members of my body
I rocked, I sung, I danced
and then went along about my way
So How Can I Say?
You were free to change your outward image
Your journey took you real high and real low
My own journey I had to go
So How Can I Say?
Your sunset has come
Your work is done
I continue to walk
toward that day
So How Can I Say?
When my sunset comes
How Can those left Say?
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