Tale of A Widow

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story?

"This is the final song of the show," Aspen explained. Everyone nodded as she pressed play.

Let me tell you what I wish I'd known

"General Washington!" the soldiers cheered. Washington merely smiled.

When I was young and dreamed of glory
You have no control
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?

President Jefferson

"Congratulations on becoming president, by the way, Jefferson," Alex congratulated.

Jefferson paused, caught off guard slightly. "Thank you, Alex."

I'll give him this, his financial system is a work of genius
I couldn't undo it if I tried
And I've tried

"Of course you did," Esper smiled. Jefferson shrugged with a smirk.

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?

President Madison

"And congratulations to you, Mr. Madison," Alex smiled. Madison nodded towards the man.

He took our country from bankruptcy to prosperity
I hate to admit it
But he doesn't get enough credit for all the credit he gave us

"I'll agree with you there," nodded Jefferson.

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?

Every other founding fathers' story gets told
Every other founding father gets to grow old

She's right, Jefferson, Madison, and Esper thought sadly.

And when you're gone, who remembers your name?
Who keeps your flame?
Who tells your story?
Who tells your story?
Who tells your story?

I put myself back in the narrative
(Esper)

Alex smiled, tears in his eyes.

I stop wasting time on tears
I live another 60 years
It's not enough (Esper)

I interview every soldier who fought by your side
(She tells our story)

Burr, Lafayette, Mulligan, and Laurens smiled, knowing their story was told through one of their best friends.

I try to make sense of your thousands of pages of writings
You really do write like you're running out of time

I rely on Angelica

Angelica smiled.

While she's alive, we tell your story
She is buried in Trinity Church near you
When I needed her most, she was right on time
And I'm still not through
I ask myself, what would you do if you had more time
The Lord, in his kindness
He gives me what you always wanted
He gives me more time

I raise funds in D.C. for the Washington Monument
(She tells my story)

"Thank you, Esper, dear," Washington smiled. Esper smiled back at her beloved father.

I speak out against slavery

Laurens grinned. That's our girl, he thought.

You could have done so much more if you only had time
And when my time is up, have I done enough?

"More than enough," Alex murmured softly.

Will they tell your story?

They will, Alex thought determinedly.

Oh, can I show you what I'm proudest of?

"Of course."

(The orphanage)

Alexander's eyes filled with tears once more, a couple spilling over.

I established the first private orphanage in New York City
(The orphanage)

"Elizabeth and I co-founded it," Esper explained, sending a smile towards the girl in blue who smiled back at her.

I help to raise hundreds of children
I get to see them growing up
(The orphanage)
In their eyes I see you, Alexander
I see you every time
And when my time is up
Have I done enough?
Will they tell your story?

"They will," everyone but Esper chimed with a smile.

Oh, I can't wait to see you again
It's only a matter of time
Will they tell your story? (Time)
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story? (Time)
Will they tell your story? (Time)
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?

Everyone smiled as the screen faded to black.