Before I go, and go I must,

Tell me, am I one of trust?

Would you believe me if I told

A story more precious than silver or gold?

A story so simple, so soft and sincere,

I must tell you quickly, so lend me your ear.

A story that, for you, may be hard to believe.

Let me tell you now, before I leave.

After I tell you, I might not come back,

Now listen closely, if patience you lack

Write them down, if you must, these words so divine,

Whatever it takes, for these sweet words of mine.

Hold tight to my story; hold tight to its words.

Through storm and through fire, fly high like the birds.

And lest you forget, as I hope you do not,

Remember me and my story; it’s all that you’ve got.