When I'm gone,
Who will come to my funeral?
Will people weep for me,
or stand there with a grim face?
If they do cry, would those tears
be truly meant for me?
...Will you be there?
When I'm gone,
Will they go on with their life?
Or will I fade away from their memories
like the sun disappearing over the horizon?
...Will you forget me?
When I'm gone,
Will they light a candle at my grave
and place bouquets?
...Will you be among them?
Will they remember me?
Will I be their courage?
Will I have a special spot in your heart?
...Will you allow me to stay there?
At the end of your death
Will I be in one of your flashbacks?
Will you allow me to stay by your bedside,
...Even if it means that your life will end?
Will you despise me that I stayed
Or will you be pleased that I was there?
Our memories might've spiraled into the sky
And maybe you would have succeeded in forgetting me
But I would never have forgotten you
I learned to forgive and love,
I forbade any vile emotions to come
I could never have hated you
...And love is all that matters.
