When we depart What do we take? Tears been shed? The times we wake?
Not the money, Nor the clothes. Not the cars, That you love to boast.
We take nothing, But we leave behind, Certain things, Both bad and kind.
We leave memories, Of golden times, Full of laughter, Dancing to chimes.
You see what matters, In this life we live, Lies not in what we take, But in what we give.
Truth is that there's nothing to take, When all's been said and done, Nothing but things to leave, When life meets its setting sun.