I know it has been a difficult time during the last eight years and it maybe a long time before it becomes better.
If today was not a crooked highway
If tonight was not a crooked trail
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time
Then lonesome would mean nothin' to me at all.
It will be better, of that I am sure, because even after I am gone I will have left my son to you and I have tried my best to teach him to have a good heart. He will help.
I can't see my reflection in the water
I can't speak the sounds that show no pain
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps
Or remember the sounds of my own name.
And if you need more help, America, call on my daughter. She is brave and strong and intelligent and guiding. When I am old and can no longer stand, call on her. She will help, too.
There's beauty in that silver singin' river
There's beauty in that rainbow in the sky
But none of these an' nothin' else can touch the beauty
That i remember in my true love's eyes.
I love you, America, and I give you my children.
Be good to them and bless them.
Get well soon.