[Verse]
Will I still exist
In the years come to pass?
Will the echo of my name fade like smoke in the glass?
The stones in the river
They don't hold the stream—
Do my days wash away
Or linger unseen?
[Chorus]
Will the things I have done in memory last?
Or scatter like seeds in a cold autumn blast?
A whisper
A shadow
A song left unsung—
Will I still exist when the years have all run?
[Verse 2]
I planted a tree
Where the wild winds collide—
Its roots in the earth
Its arms open wide
But storms tear the branches
And seasons grow lean—
Does the forest remember the spaces between?
[Chorus]
Will the things I have done in memory last?
Or scatter like seeds in a cold autumn blast?
A whisper
A shadow
A song left unsung—
Will I still exist when the years have all run?
[Bridge]
A house built of letters
A roof made of rain—
The ink bleeds away
But the ache will remain
I’ve no map to the end
No compass to steer
Just the weight of a question
The pull of the years
[Chorus]
Will the things I have done in memory last?
Or scatter like seeds in a cold autumn blast?
A whisper
A shadow
A song left unsung—
Will I still exist when the years have all run?