Who will remember me, when the day is done
When the dust settles, and the beast is gone
The day that I concur the world, leaving no task undone
Who will remember me, when the smoke leaves this gun

Who will remember me, for the man I was
And not the shows I put on
The day that comes, when my fight no longer has a cause
Who will remember me the day my children show my face in crayon

The day my songs ring in my old stomping grounds
And my words hold the hearts of the young
Who will remember me for the boy I was
When the day comes it all has drowned

If I were to slip away without telling a soul
Who will remember me for trying to help theirs