When I am gone will these words still remain?
Pure thought without a voice or merriment;
What if my life was all for this refrain?

An angel sifted neurons in my brain,
To seek for aught of which I should repent;
When I am gone will these words still remain?

My demons tunnelled through me like a train,
Cajoling me to do their ill portent;
What if my life was all for this refrain?

My haunted past still lingered like the rain
And soaked me in a wave of malcontent;
When I am gone will these words still remain?

My soul was but a solitary grain,
That bloomed to grow until it's time was spent;
What if my life was all for this refrain?

Beyond my years, when long my bones have lain
Past living years of those who may lament,
When I am gone will these words still remain?
What if my life was all for this refrain?