The Forgotten

Who will remember us, once we fall.
When we disappear, who will know?
Vacant minds and empty hearts.
Life is a broken glass, filled with shattered dreams.
No one sees and we wonder,
We pretend while waiting patiently;
Until the end.

Who will remember us?
Once the chapter is finished,
And once we leave this place?
We will be nothing, nothing but forgotten faces,
In the vacant halls of these places.
Who will remember us?

No one,
We are the forgotten.

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An ode to the people we have forgotten.