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• Artiste: David Roth
• Titre: Legacy
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An aging man, a younger one, and a woman in her prime Connected by their circumstance of birth A father, son and daughter somehow all obsessed to find The mark that each will leave upon this earth Alone is his apartment in his favorite easy chair The aging man endures his failing health Nowadays preoccupied arranging his affairs And adding up the value of his wealth He says a prayer and falls asleep, then somewhere in a dream He's searching for his children and he's calling out to them "Will I leave enough behind to help you get along Please tell me how will I be counted when I'm gone It won't be by your worldy goods, it won't be by your gains And not among possessions you bequeath But wisdom, grace and kindness and the power of your love will be The measure of the legacy you leave The working day is over and the woman in her prime Alone now in her office looks around An unfulfilling business is the only sight she sees The ticking of the clock, the only sound She closes up and locks the door and trudges down the hall Takes her window seat that evening on the train She stares out in the darkness but the only thing she sees The reflection of her weariness and strain Her mind begins to wander, she remembers all the years Of the struggle and persistence that go into such careers And here she is with everything she'd worked so hard to win And such an empty feeling burning deep within Another late and lonely night, the younger man walks home And slowly climbs the several flights of stairs He pulls the shade and locks the door, unplugs the only phone Puts himself to bed and says his prayers A blessing for my aging dad, my sister in her prime And a woman I once loved who got away And for all the wasted moments when I took them all for granted And for words I never had the nerve to say Another night of drifting in and out of restless dreams Of unborn children, marriage, and the lives that might have been But lives that might have been are only lives that never were And all I'll ever know's that I'll never know for sure Here's to every aging person and to all those in their prime And to passing on the love that you receive For wisdom, grace and kindness and the power of that love will be The measure of the legacy you leave The power of your love will be The measure of the legacy you leave