I WILL..

I WILL DEPART AS THE AIR DRIFTING FROM MY LUNGS BUT MY WORDS WILL LIVE FOREVER SPOKEN FROM MY TONGUE.I WILL BECOME THE SOIL RICH BENEATH YOUR SOLE'S,I WILL BECOME THE BLADES OF GRASS THAT TICKLE CHILDREN'S TOES.I WILL BECOME THE FORREST THAT SPREADS ACROSS THE LAND,I WILL BECOME THE OCEAN SURROUNDED BY THE SAND.I WILL BECOME THE GUST OF WIND FELT BEFORE THE STORM,I WILL BECOME THE SUN THAT KEEPS YOU SAFE AND WARM.I WILL BECOME MOUNTAINS RISING OH SO HIGH,I WILL BECOME THE CLOUDS THAT GATHER IN THE SKY.I WILL BECOME THE AIR YOU USE TO FILL YOUR LUNGS,I WILL BECOME THE WORDS SPOKEN FROM YOUR TONGUE'S...