How many people would remember
that your smile can make us all surrender?
How many words are floating there left unsaid
while you wait there almost dead?
All the memories of you just flashing back
will soon seize to live even in the dark.
How many tears tomorrow will be shed
as you lay there almost dead?
Can anyone be trusted to remember
when memories are born dismembered?
How could our hearts be so upset
while you sleep there… almost dead?
Who cares what future spreads ahead
as you don’t feel there? You are dead.