Josefina wakes with the sun
She smiles as she feels it
And the sunlight shows her
All the things that she needs are there
In her one hundred years, what has she seen?
What will she leave?
And everything she sees
She casts in the warm stone
If it’s peace on earth
Or what each one of us is worth
In your one hundred years, what will you see?
In my one hundred years, who will I see?
Who will I leave?