Tell me, what’s the meaning of this life we live? Why are we born if death is where we’ll give? In the world around us, where shadows play The first thing we see are tools we use each day We move through life with careful hands Worried if we’ll meet the day’s demands Tomorrow’s rain will fall, they say So I’ll prepare my umbrella to keep the gray away Why do I prepare? To stay dry, to stay warm To protect myself from nature’s storm In this simple act, there’s more to see A care for tomorrow, a hope to just be I live to make a mark, to leave a trace To show I existed in this endless space I leave my kindness, my love, my proof In every step, in every move In this world, where the days are long I search for meaning, to feel I belong The tools we hold, the life we weave They speak of our hopes, of what we believe I hold my umbrella close in my hand For tomorrow is uncertain, but still, I stand Each small gesture, each fleeting thought Is a reminder of what we’ve sought To be remembered, to not fade away To leave something behind when I’m gone one day I’ll pass my kindness, my heart, my grace So my soul can stay in this vast, endless space I live to make a mark, to leave a trace To show I existed in this endless space I leave my kindness, my love, my proof In every step, in every move In the rain, under skies so gray I’ll keep my umbrella, come what may For I care for tomorrow, I care for today And in my heart, the light will stay I live to make a mark, to leave a trace To show I existed in this endless space I leave my kindness, my love, my proof In every step, in every move
