Forgotten

I see the bright light
calling in the distance
I can feel the warmth
in the distant lands
I can hear the laughter
across the river styx
I go now, I go now

I hear my mother's name
I hear the piper's song
I hear the happy tears
of friends that have forgotten
I have moved away from there
I will not bother them
They will not miss me
I have been forgotten
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
I have been forgotten

 6/22/05  G.R.T.