The question of life:
What must I do and why?
The question of death:
Why do I have to die?
I want my life to create an impact
So the world will know my name.
And when I die I'll leave a hole.
The world will never be the same.
I don't know exactly how I'll do it.
Perhaps I never will.
But all the same I should start now;
You can't get anywhere by standing still.
The world as it is today can be changed.
There is so much for willing minds and hands to do.
I don't know what part I'll play.
But to my purpose I'll be true.
I want my life to create an impact
So the world will know my name.
And when I die I'll leave a hole.
The world will never be the same.
Summer '97
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