When everything ends
And it all fades away
Who will remember you
And your accusations
Who will care
That you won the fight
Everything ends
And at that end
I find myself
Stepping into the warmth
And take into me
The scent of winter
Im alone now
But free
This is the end.
Who will remember?
1 comment:
the problem with being forgotten is that you have to stop touching peoples lives. your one of few who will never be forgotten.
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