I'll be leaving my mark, like initials carved in an old oak tree, you wait and see.
Maybe I'll write like Twain wrote,
Maybe I'll paint like Van Gogh.
Cure the common cold, I don't know.
Maybe I'll compose symphonies.
Maybe I'll fight for world peace.
'Cause I know it's my destiny to leave more than a trace of myself in this place.
I wanna do something that matters, say something different, something that sets the whole world on its ear.
I wanna do something better with the time I've been given.
I wanna try to touch a few hearts in this life.
And I know that I will do more than just pass through this life,
eave nothing less than something that says
And I'll leave nothing less than something that says,