“When I die / Give what’s left of me away
To children / And old men that wait to die.
And if you need to cry, / Cry for your brother / Walking the street beside you
And when you need me, / Put your arms / Around anyone
And give to them / What you need to give to me.
I want to leave you something,
Something better
Than words
Or sounds.
Look for me / In the people I’ve known
Or loved, / And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live in your eyes
And not on your mind.
You can love me most / By letting / Hands touch hands
By letting / Bodies touch bodies
And by letting go / Of children / That need to be free.
Love doesn’t die, / People do.
So, when all that’s left of me
Is love, / Give me away”
