It was like wind,
Here one day, gone the next.
If only it could be a trick in my mind,
Then you wouldn’t be gone.
It was like summer,
Ignorance was our crime.
But you know we’ll remember
No matter the time.
It was like a clock
Ticking down to the end.
We watched in shock
As you became one with the wind.
Your message can be one of peace,
Everything you proclaim can be love
And they’ll fault you and never cease.
So just keep on, without stepping down.
You can donate to forty charities,
Start a foundation for children,
But they’ll still label you with inequities
Yet, do not stop your mission – not for a million.
They will beat you till they’ve had their fill,
They will label you a wacko, a traitor, a bore –
Bet, I beg you, stand tall:
Because they’ll know your worth when you’re gone.