How sad are the dead br Who die, br And are so soon forgotten? br br They leave this world, br And become...just gone, br With none to care, br Or remember. br br No flowers bloom br On their lonely graves. br No stone markes their heads. br br The sun blazes upon their graves, br Or snow falls, or weeds grow, br And no one cares. br br The sad fact is this... br They were forgotten br Long before they died. br br They were alone in life, br Out of sight, as forgotten br As they are in death. br br They lie in their graves, br And their only visitors br Are a breeze drifting by, br Or falling leaves. br br We living br Get on with our lives, br And the forgotten dead... br Remain forgotten. br br They were the homeless ones, br The thrown-away children, br The lost ones... br The ones you saw every day... br And forget to care about. br br The alternative to quitting br Is trying, and br The alternative to living br Is dying. br br So take one moment and look, br Really look, br Even if just in a mirror br To see yourself.