When i'm gone, will they remember me?
When i'm gone, will the flowers cry on my grave?
I face the fear of the unknown path.
Pictures are passing by as i think.
Tomorrows word may not be spoken.
Tomorrow can be the day to fly.
My last kiss for you my dear?
My last goodbye for you my friends?
When i sleep in the arms of silence?
Will the flowers weep upon my grave?
Candles shine beside my name?
Will they forget me?I wonder.
When I'm gone.
I see a hall whith thousands of people.
Forsaken souls who never died.
Their names shall never be remembered here.
Grey dawn, Empty eyes.
Dreaming shadows dreams with the night.
Dream on. dreams with the night.
When i sleep, will i share their dreams?
