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Story behind the song
How often has a person told us of a bad situation going on in their life where we (I) responded they would be in our thoughts and prayers, or "sending positive thoughts" only to be forgotten almost immediately, and those promised prayers never acted upon? And what good effect do our "positive thoughts" really have on anything in the real world?
Lyrics
If I Don't Forget
2025 Steven M. Biederman
Not the best night for a bike ride
Foggy, cold, rainey, and black
With that Luminescent vest he wears, triangle cross his back
His sole mode of transportation
a single gear bicycle
Climbs these hills like he is gliding on a missile
Well, I wonder where he comes from
Where he lays his head at night
There's a well known crack house up the road and they pay the cops just fine
And from time to time some poor soul dies like it's just some sad, dark riddle
I'd like to think God meets them somewhere in the middle...
Just a little
Chorus:
Well I don't know his story
Perhaps he thinks his fate is set
I've considered stopping to talk
Maybe encourage him a bit
But I don't want scare or embarrass him
So our eyes have never met
So I promised myself I would pray for him
And I will if I don't forget
Verse:
Or is his life Like when
The spider to the fly said you're my dinner date tonight
Her web of lies posed no clear wiggle room
But the fly escaped in time
Which left the spider alone to dine at home
as the fly gained his aquittal
A diet of lies, turns out, allows some room to wiggle...
Just a little
Chorus:
If he told me his life's story
of that day his world caved in
Would I feel a lump in my throat aware that's how life sometimes is
If he cried out I need hope
I'd say, You got it, man. You bet
Then would I send some positive thoughts his way and my prayers if I don't forget
Just some pointless, passionless thoughts his way and my prayers if I don't forget
Verse:
In his mind does he rehearse the lines written for his final act
Of all the shame and fear that brought him here, Does he wonder 'bout all that
If some small single crime he can't define
made his heart grow hard and brittle
Well, No one leaps straight to the fire from the griddle...
Just a little
Chorus:
No, I don't know his story
How it started, is, or ends
Maybe he's just some poor immigrant.....maybe that's how it begins
Could I even understand him in his mother country's tongue
Or maybe my brother's just another mother's Saxon son
Yes, I'd really like to encourage him
But the time's not right just yet
And I promised myself I would pray for him
And I will if I don't forget
But I promised myself I would pray for him
And I will if I don't forget
