I was just sitting here listening to my CDs, and I came across John Denver’s I Want to Live, which naturally brought the children of Afghanistan to mind:

<cemter>I Want To Live
There are children raised in sorrow,
On a scorched and barren plain;
There are children raised beneath a golden sun.
There are children of the water,
Children of the sand;
And they cry out through the universe,
Their voices raised as one.

I want to live, I want to grow,
I want to see, I want to know;
I want to share what I can give,
I want to be, I want to live.

Have you gazed out on the ocean,
Seen the breaching of a whale?
Have you watched the dolphins frolic in the foam?
Have you heard the song the humpback hears five hundred miles away,
Telling tales of ancient history, of passages, and home?

I want to live, I want to grow,
I want to see, I want to know;
I want to share what I can give,
I want to be, I want to live.

For the worker and the warrior, the lover and the liar;
For the native and the wanderer in kind.
For the maker and the user, and the mother and her son;
I am looking for my family, and all of you are mine.

We are standing all together,
Face to face and arm in arm;
We are standing on the threshold of a dream.
No more hunger, no more killing,
No more wasting life away.
It is simply an idea,
And I know its time has come.

I want to live, I want to grow,
I want to see, I want to know;
I want to share what I can give,
I want to be, I want to live.
(Text Source)

I do miss him,
Dan