If this is my last song; if this is my final day; if tomorrow I’ll be gone, what do I want to say? If this is my last song; if it’s my time to go; when my body’s moved on, what will I have to show? Fortune and fame, they scatter to the wind. The things that make a name just don’t matter in the end. Is the world a little more peaceful, oceans and sky a little more blue? Is human kind a little bit wiser about the good that we can do? Does the sun shine a little bit brighter where before there was only rain? If so, then I’m glad I came. If these are my last words for all of the earth to hear; if all that I have ever been is about to disappear; if these are my last words, there’s nothing that I need to say. ‘ I have only tried to serve. It’s never been about talking anyway. So much hurt there is to heal. It’s hard to understand. All I can hope to feel is that I am doing what I can. Is the world a little more peaceful, oceans and sky a little more blue? Is human kind a little bit wiser about the good that we can do? Does the sun shine a little bit brighter where before there was only rain? If so, then I’m glad I came. Have I given hope to the hopeless? Has a hungry soul been fed? Has a child stood a little bit taller because of something that I said? Have I left a little kindness? Have I eased a little pain? If so, then I’m glad I came. For that, I’m so glad I came. “Last Song” Megon McDonough
Posted on: Sun, 06 Apr 2014 23:52:16 +0000
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