Do you hear the people sing?
Lost in the valley of the night
It is the music of a people
Who are climbing to the light
For the wretched of the Earth
There is a flame that never dies
Even the darkest night will end
And the sun will rise

They will live again in freedom
In the garden of the Lord
They will walk behind the plough-share
They will put away the sword
The chain will be broken
And all man will have their reward

Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me
Somewhere beyond the barricade
Is there a world you long to see
Do you hear the people sing?
Say, do you hear the distant drums?
It is a future that they bring
When tomorrow comes!

Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about his religion;
Respect others in their views, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.
Seek to make your life long and of service to your people.
When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.
Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.

He had come such a long way, and his dream must have seemed so close he could hardly fail to grasp it. But what he did not know was that it was already behind him. Tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…. And one fine morning— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Am I lucky to be around this long