What shall be known of the days we've wasted
The friends we've loved and those we've hated
What will become of the laughter last
Or those once known in lives long past
What shall we do with the time we've wasted
Or the gentle lips like wine once tasted
What of our children alone when we die
Or our bodies like fallen leaves that lie
What will come of the mornings and the days
Who will remember our purpose and ways
What of our memories and what of the pain
Who will know them as us the same
It is you-- that will live them one more time
And you will taste those lips of wine
You too will know the joys I knew,
And sorrows’ longing, for life anew god blessxxx
