There is something to be said for being forever
That you will exist when my flesh is bone and dust
When my legacy is naught but stony word
You will remain

When no traces of my tears do show
To water the dry earth
To know that you will forever cry in my stead
There is something to be said

And there is something to be said in knowing
That your memory of me will never end
And in your memory I am sheltered
I will remain: an ash amongst the ashes