When the last of light

leaves from my eyes

and I stare with a distant gaze

remember please,

the best of me 

as you lay me in my grave

remember us

and live for me

though your love not be a slave

to the memories 

that we shared 

to the memories that we made

 

 

You gave to me

the sweetest dream

so I shall,forever rest

and in my soul 

there will forever be

the memories that is us

so rest me please

into history 

your love not be a slave

for l will rest

where love still flowers

in the field of memories