There is beauty
In your echo
Left behind
For us to hear.
There is comfort
Coming steady
In the everything
You are.
There is peace
In the distance
In knowing
What's waiting.
So whether you're
Nine or ten or
Eleven,
Whether age is
Just a
Number in heaven,
What truly matters is
The kind of ripples
You leave behind.
What matters is
The soul you find.
None of us and
All of us
Come out alive.
So let's,
As you have,
Make the most of the time.
Do what we can
So the best of us survives.
