by Kathie Lee Gifford
I want to matter,
To have meant something special to somebody else,
To have made a small difference simply being myself,
To believe this three-ringed circus
Has fulfilled some earthly purpose.
I want to matter
Before I am gone,
To have once been the shoulder that someone leaned on,
To have been the safe harbor in someone’s sad storm,
To know someone was blessed because I was born.
I want to matter
As much as I’m able,
To be more than a faded face framed on some table.
For if I’m to be framed, I want it to be
In somebody’s heart for eternity.
Though I’m fragile and foolish and flawed, I’m sincere.
I want someone to fondly remember me here.
More than being praised, more than being flattered,
I need to know without a doubt that somehow I have mattered.
And if I’m really honest,
I would like to write one song
That someone will be singing long after I am gone.