And as we all play parts of tomorrow,
Some ways we'll work and other ways we'll play,
But I know we can't all stay here forever,
So I want to write my words on the face of today.
Writing has always been a part of who I am and it is one of the truest ways we can be remembered, even if it is just by those who loved us. Our deeds, both good and bad, will eventually pass away from memory, but words can live forever. So here I am writing on today's beautiful sky.