Mikal's Song
Lyrics by Kristin Hacker-Hickman
Copyright 2008

My journey has been long and full, filled with love and friends.
But now, too soon, I part with you. My turn is at its end.
So make some room at your campfire's edge, and pour a drop of ale.
I'll share with you the song of my heart, and weave my living tale.

Do not weep for me,
Just tell someone my stories.
Do not weep for me,
Just sing someone my songs.
Remember me, and I will live forever,
And our paths will cross again e're long.

Husband, teacher, poet, friend, all names I'm proud to bear.
A hearty laugh, a ready wit, a joke I'm quick to share.
I never met a stranger, as down life's stream I swam.
But the name my friends will hold most dear is the one they call the Ram.

Do not weep for me,
Just tell someone my stories.
Do not weep for me,
Just sing someone my songs.
Remember me and I will live forever,
And our paths will cross again e're long.

Now stoke the campfire's golden flame, ward off the dark and chill.
Grieve not that I forge on ahead, and know I love you still.
I only go to seek out tales, of worlds both strange and new,
And when we meet at journey's end, I'll share them all with you.

Do not weep for me,
Just tell someone my stories.
Do not weep for me,
Just sing someone my songs.
Remember me, and I will live forever,
And our paths will cross again e're long.