Will you remember me
when I’m scattered to the wind,
just echoes lost in time,
adrift where stories end?
Oh, will you hold for me
the fragments of my name,
as whispers in the twilight
or embers in the flame?
Will you recall my laughter
when silence fills the air,
or see my shadow linger
in places we once shared?
Oh, will you chase the echoes
before they fade to dust,
or will the years erase me
like footprints lost in rust?
When memory turns to ashes,
and history takes its flight,
will I still dance in daydreams,
a ghost in borrowed light?
So if the winds erase me,
and time forgets my song,
sing it once more, just softly,
so I may still belong.
Oh, please, remember for me
the life I used to know,
and keep my name a lantern
when the night begins to grow.
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