What would you like to leave there after you?
The name, the picture or... the bitter taste?
The dreams of yours what never have came true?
The memory of time where you have been a guest?

No matter what or who you could have been
you'll walk alone, as many other, where you'll be done.
And after all: the sky is blue and grass is green,
the life goes on! Who cares you are gone?

The diary of your life has tipped the bottom up:
Fell out candies wrap, dry leaf and Teddy bear,
And whole the bunch of gossip. The borrowed time
Has come to end and now all of this has disappeared.

What would you like to leave there after you?
What would you hold from falling into dust?
Until that day, there's time left to decide. You'll never knew
when all your humans' life will fall in final gust.

23.02.2013