How can I live for a future I can’t see?
My legacy.
Will anyone dare to care?
How far down the line
will someone open the pages of my book.
Blind is my future,
but strong is today.
The rain will clear my stories,
and my footprints may fade.
Our legacy lives
in the smiles of the day —
the touch, the thoughts, the love we bear.
Our legacy thrives
in the changes we make,
in the strengths that we hold
and the risks that we take.
For nothing we do in our lives for ourselves
will echo through time.
Only the bonds of our blood and our sweat
will survive.
Through time and space,
those energies will blend.
