The lights, the noise, the people.
Life seems so much of a blur
They will come, they go, they pass me by
But I with not so much as a stir.

So  easily I will be forgotten
So easily they lose care
The time will come for them to remember
And I will no longer be there...

I will be gone like the birds in the sky,
And the wind through the trees,
And the dust in the air.

My presence will leave not a single goodbye,
Nor shadows for my heart to share.

The winter never has felt so cold my friend
For I am awaiting such an imminent end.