When I die
If you need to weep
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you
And when you need me
Put your arms around anyone
And give them what you need to give 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
Who need to be free.

Love doesn't die
People do
So when all that's left of me is love
Give me away.

Submitted by John Chylack

 

Last modified: 11 May 2000