When I die give what’s left of me away
to children and old men who want to die.
And if you need to cry,
cry for your brother walking the street beside you.
and when you need me, put your arm 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 have known or loved,
and if you cannot give me away,
at least let me live in your eyes and not in your mind.
You can love me better by letting hands touch hands,
and by letting go of children that need to be free.
Love doesn’t die, people do
so when all that is left of me is love,
give me away.