I wish to leave my handprint on the earth.

And in the clay, a story to relay.

It may be on the greatest wall of China,

The humble widow's home,

The eye of the sphinx,

Or a stone in the wood.

A lonely stranger strolling by,

Stopping, stooping for the stone.

As long as one eye sees,

One ear hears,

And one heart feels my palms design.

But if left at the bottom of the ocean,

Let someone be at sea.

Let someone be a diver.

Let someone think of me.