I keep this tacked up on my wall.
Prayer, by John Hartford
I love life.
Every morning I wake up
Saying in the back of my mind
This could be my last day on earth
This could be the last time
I'll ever feel the wind raising the hair on my body
Or the touch of my feet to the ground
Or the warmth of your flesh next to mine
This could be the last chance I'll have to watch all kinds of people
Doing all kinds of things
And thinking all kinds of thoughts
In all kinds of directions around me
This might even be my last chance
To spend everything I've saved since last night
Or hear all your sounds ringing through my head
It might even be my last chance to be sick
And like a child
Trying to do everything
And be everything all at once
Should I wake up one morning
God help me
And find myself bored
Among the walking dead.
Thank you John, For all the wonderful music.