Recently, I have discovered an amazing band called Mumford & Sons. Yes, the name is mock-worthy to many people, but despite that fact, this band is AMAZING. Based out of London, this group of guys play numerous instruments and create beautiful, moving lyrics.
One of their songs, titled Winter Winds, has been on my mind AND in my CD player lately. Here is my favorite portion of the song:
"We'll be washed and buried one day, my girl,
And the time we were given will be left for the world.
The flesh that lived and loved will be eaten by plague
So let the memories be good for those who stay."
As depressing as this song can be, to me it is almost a challenge. How will we be remembered? Will the memories be good? Will we have lived and loved and laughed as much as possible... or will our worries, woes, negative attitudes, harsh words, or depressed spirit be all that is left for the world?
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