What consequence am I br in this vast world? br Do I even presume to think that br my existence matters? br When I am gone, br will anyone weep? br Will they say, br 'Woe to us all that lost such a one? ' br Will they fall to their knees, br pull at their hair in anguish, br and rain tears of grief? br Will my name be uttered long after br I leave this world? br Or will the soft whisper die in the wind br as if I never was and had never been? br What consequence am I br in this vast world? br No more than you. br No more than he. br For once the dust has settled, br no one will even remember me.