They Soon Forget

They soon forget and turn away, for them, their days remain - each day is just another day and passes all the same. They soon forget - the steady pulse of life beats on and on - the sun shines bright upon their time; for others, it has gone. For those with sorrow in their soul the hurt continues long - resounding in their broken hearts, Gorecki's mournful song. They soon forget, they soon forget, their memory grown pale - the world for them keeps turning round within their holy grail. The steady pulse of life beats on, the earth still moves through space - they soon forget, they soon forget the ones we can't replace.