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I want my life to be a monument
For the entire world to see.
I want to change the world.
I want them to remember me.
But will it matter when I’m gone
If they praise my name in a song?
Will it matter when I’ve died
And all my strings have been untied?
I want to carry with me all my life
The pride of knowing what I’ve done.
I want to look back and find
That I’ve been beaten by no one.
But will it matter when I’m gone
If all I did was bad or wrong?
Will it matter when I’ve died
And all my work has been decried?
-Erika Salomon
