You will notice me; 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, but I'm ready to start, 'cause I know in my heart.

I wanna do something that matters, say something diff'rent; 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 leave nothing less than something that says, "I was here."

I will prove you wrong. If you think I'm all talk, you're in for a shock, 'cause this dream's too strong. And, before too long, maybe I'll compse 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 diff'rent; something that sets the whole world on it 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 leave nothing less than something that says, "I was here." "I was here." "I was here."

I wanna do something that says, "I was here."