What Will Remain?

Enjoy your time while you can,

Because death ignores every other plan.

Morning comes and fades away,

Like shadows do throughout the day.

Most chase gold as well as fame,

Yet they return from where they came.

When every dream reaches its end,

Will others call you foe or friend?

The world won’t stop when you’re gone,

So leave a light to carry on.

Turn your every word into a light,

That guides lost souls through endless nights.

The clock will stop when your breath does too,

But what will remain is up to you.