Will anyone remember me when I'm gone? Will they cry when I'm buried deep? Will they miss me? We all come from dust, And we all return to dust. I'm scared of sinking into the earth— What if I can't breathe? What if I long to see my loved ones again? But my time is up. I have to go back, To where I once belonged. The people who loved me will mourn for a while, But soon, They’ll begin new chapters, With a piece of me missing. That piece will fade with time, Forgotten, Just flowers left on my grave When I cross their minds. Will they really remember me? Will I ever be remembered? For deep down, I know— Memories fade in the wind.