When I’m not there,
Would someone care,
And notice that I’m gone?

Would someone think of me?
Miss me?
And if so, who?

Would someone do anything just to hear me,
With that voice like the waves of the salty sea?
Would they stack a gazillion files,
Just to reach me on my mountain to see my smile?

Would someone’s chest be an empty black void,
And feel like they’re being toyed?
Cause I’m gone, not there,
For them to smile at and stare.

And when I'm there,
Which one of them would care,
And have a glow so bright,
That could light up the darkest night?

But who?
And if there was someone,
Would I think of them like that too?