Leave a record behind,
that you were here,
and when you were,
let the record reflect—
you existed,
you lived,
and in your being,
mankind benefited.
In the echo of your time,
let it be known,
you walked this earth,
and left the world better
for your fleeting presence,
your spirit felt,
your impact clear.
When you were here,
you mattered,
and the record shall show,
that your journey was not in vain.
Leave a record behind,
that you were here,
a mark upon the canvas of time,
a whisper in the winds of eternity.
For though the moments slip like sand,
the echo of your presence lingers,
a testament to the life you led,
to the love you gave,
to the changes you ignited.
And when you were,
let the record reflect—
that you lived not in shadows,
but in the brilliance of your own light.
You sparked something,
however small,
in the hearts of others,
shaping a future you may never see,
but one you made brighter
by simply being here.
In your being, mankind benefited,
from the quiet strength you carried,
the wisdom shared,
the kindness sown.
Your steps were not in vain;
they rippled outward,
touching lives,
lifting burdens,
and leaving paths for others to follow.
You walked this earth,
but your legacy stretches far beyond it,
like roots that entwine through the very soil,
still feeding and nourishing
long after the tree has grown.
When you were here,
you mattered—
not just in the fleeting minutes,
but in the way you held space,
in the way you loved,
in the way you dared to dream.
And the record will show,
that your life was a song,
and it will be remembered,
echoing in the hearts of those who were touched
by the simple, extraordinary truth—
you were here.
And because of that,
the world is richer,
and mankind is better,
for you having walked upon it.