Weeping while watching the world wander ’round.
And the world wanders ’round and I wonder why.
“Why,” I sigh eyeing the sky.
Why try to fly if we all simply die?
I suppose living is leaving a legacy,
I suppose he who lives holds the heart of humanity.
Though my life may be a life short lived,
I pray it give God glory, inspiring others who live.
Life is not about me and how high I can fly.
So I watch to world weeping and know the glory is God’s.