Gone

What will you do when I'm gone...
When your eyes find the dawn,
Opening to meet the sun,
But I'll be gone then,
and never again will you see me,
Only my memory will be fond,
What will you do when I'm gone...
Will you think of me,
When I'm off wild and free,
flitting about on the wind over the sea,
Will you even think of me?
What will you do when I'm gone...
Will you miss me when I'm gone?
Frittering around under the sun,
roaming wild and care free,
while you're stuck in you're reality.
I am forever gone,
and when you rise to meet the sun,
You will not find me by your side,
Or in the car or in the house,
You will find that I'm quite gone,
without a trace, quite like a mouse.
I will be flitting on the wind and twirling on a hill,
I will find happiness somewhere,
I am not like others contented behind window sill,
So if you think of me think fond,
because while I'm off and gone,
I will have peace, freedom, and fun,
I will be like dew on the grass at dawn.