There is a child and when he's gone will his

Small echo last throughout the years through this

And just how long will that effect still hold

Before he dies, before he does grow old

And then will he recall just usless speech

Or see his words, remember he could teach

You would not listen to a simple child

You'd judge not bu his words but that he's wild

So will he fade, naught but a distant dream

I ask, wil anyone remeber me?

No.