Do not grieve for me - I lived.
Go out to help those others who, starved of rain,
They too want to give,
To contribute, to fulfill their dreams
They could become.
If you share what you have and what
With them, you will receive one hundredfold
If they are given a chance to grow
they could be,
They will learn,
They will become.
So take a little of what I gave
And share it
out around the world
Make my dreams live beyond the grave.
It can be done, within our souls
What we could become.
"There's a man who is my brother
I just don't know his name,
But I know his home and family
Because I know we feel the same,
And it hurts me when he's hungry
And when his children cry.
I too am a father,
That little one is mine."