When The Lights Go Out

When the lights go out and the crowd goes home, What will they remember? When you're long gone, not the money you made, Not the race you ran. It's the people who still smile when they say your name. When the lights go out— Lights go out— Say your name. I remember my old man laughing on a porch in summer rain. I remember friends long gone now still calling out my name. All the things I thought were small turned out to matter most. A hand upon your shoulder right when you needed hope.