I've caught up in the push and shove, the daily grind, the burning time, I'm spinning a wheel.
I wonder what I'm doing here, day to day, year to year, standing still.
Somewhere there's a teacher with a heart that never quits, staying after school to help some inner city kids.
A mother who's a volunteer, a soldier in the fight, and I can't help but ask myself when I lay down at night,
did I make a difference in somebody's life? What hurts did I heal? What wrongs did I right?
Did I raise my voice in defense of the truth? Did I lend my hand to the destitute?
When my race is run, when my song is sung, will I have to wonder, did I make a difference? Did I make a difference?
I've been working hard to make a living and forgetting what true living is.
Taking more than giving, something's missing, Lord, how long can I go on like this?
There's a lonely old man down the street and I should be ashamed. I've never been to see him, I don't even know his name.
There's kids without their supper in my own neighborhood. Will I look back someday and say that I did all I could?
Did I make a difference in somebody's life? What hurts did I heal? What wrongs did I right?
Did I raise my voice in defense of the truth? Did I lend my hand to the destitute?
When my race is run, when my song is sung, will I have to wonder, did I make a difference? Did I make a difference?
Hey, Donnie.
When my race is run, when my song is sung, will I have to wonder, did I make a difference? Did I make a difference?
Did I make a difference?
I sure hope so.
Clark Clark!