I cry when I think of Pete Seeger,
His songs bring tears to my eyes,
But I cannot seem to shed a tear,
When it comes to my own demise.

I get misty about my children,
My grandchildren and my wife,
But it does not seem to bother me,
When I think about losing my life.

I get sad when I think of the struggles,
Some people have all their lives,
But I must believe, when a body dies,
Something greater still survives.

I can see the end of the tunnel.
Somehow, I can see the light
I do not know what will happen,
But I know it will be alright.

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