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