The Ribbon

A weathered old man 
Sits here in the dark
With a smile on his face 
He drifts back to the start 

Don't we all know
There's a time in our lives 
When our days become numbered 
And we're reminded of time 
The spool held still at the start 
Spins a story, our journey
That's held in our heart
The story's right here
It's held in our heart 

He held tight to the ribbon
That spoke of his days 
As he jumped with arms spread
And flew with such grace

Don't we all know 
There's a time in our lives 
When our days become numbered 
And we're reminded of time 
The spool held still at the start 
Spins a story, our journey
That's held in our heart
The story's right here
It's held in our heart 

Though his heart has stopped beating
His story remains
Kept safe by the ribbon
We hold in our hands