through the glass darkly…
Friday, December 9th, 2005when I’m gone, will they remember me?
When I’m gone, will the flowers cry on my grave?
I face the fear of the unknown path
Pictures are passing by as I think
Tomorrow’s words cannot be spoken
Tomorrow can be the day to fly
My last kiss for you my dear?
My last goodbye for you my friends?
When I sleep in the arms of silence?
Will flowers wipe upon my grave?
The sun shines beside my name?
Will they remember?
Will they forget? I wonder.
When I’m gone…
I see a hall with thousands of people
Forsaken souls who never died
Their names shall never be remembered here
Grey dawn, empty eyes
Dreaming shadows dreams with the night
Dreams on, dreams with the night
When I sleep, will I share their dreams?