I wander in quiet contemplation
Wondering what death may bring
What will those last words be
Shall i whisper your name
Will they be a phrase to be remembered
Or will the words simply be stolen

I am a misty memory
One that will be forgotten
Maybe misplaced and lost
A memory of love and anger
Of pain and anguish felt
Hazy and not often remembered

I wander in quiet contemplation
the breeze like breath on my skin
Wondering what life would bring
Shall i whisper your name
Will i be a person to be remembered
Or will i simply be stolen by dreams