Remains

Everyone wants to hold the key, be masterly, leave some kind of legacy. A tower of big ben, a mona lisa, a national anthem. A remember me, look and see, who I used to be... A legacy. All my friends, All my fame, know, no one will forget my name... But, It's the nameless face, A stranger in the middle of no place. It's the out stretched hand, that helps another stand. It's the homeless man on the corner, who passes another a quarter. It's the one who'll take the time, without asking for a dime. It's the one who truly cares, when your down and out in despair, you turn around, and their there. It's the stone, you come across. That simply says, (We'll Remember the Loss.) For here lies a kind and gentle soul, Who only Wished to be remembered as So...