Will they miss me when I am gone?
When I am stranger without a song?
Will they miss me when I fade from view?
Will I be remembered by none or a select few?
Will they remember me when I am gone?
When time moves in ponderous steps slowly along?
Will they remember me when I fade from view?
When the colours of fall cleanse and renew?
Was my time here to no avail?
Did I touch lives or hide like a ghost behind a veil?
Was my time here well used?
Or did I waste these days lonely, despairing, and bruised?
I have few answers and fewer friends
But a power of old carries me to journey’s end
The cost is high, the years dark, the days long
But one day I will find a home in which I belong