If when you remember me,
Whenever my form takes place in thee,
Tears flood your eyes in honor of me.
Then our bond shall never sever,
As merging with eternity,
I shall live forever
in your haunted memory
But when the light behind your eyes
goes out, when the world no longer tries
to wake you, when your memory finally dies,
Who will be there to remember?
Whose will will make sure ours survives?
Or will forever vanish
in the morrow's grave sunrise?