I’ve recently started to fear;
The day where I cease to exist
No longer being able to hear the sounds of;
Laughter;
And see the faces of strangers passing by
I will become a distant memory;
And the fire that burns inside those who truly;
Cared;
I fear being forgotten;
But the thought of becoming something greater; keeps me moving;
And helps me cope with my passing;
Though I am not dead quite yet
My body will mold into the very earth I once called;
Home;
And my spirit will forever dance with those who have gone;
Before me