In Time

I know, in time, the grass does wither,
The seasons, they will change again;
Soon enough, you will forget me,
But I try not to think of then.

I know, in time, the heart grows bitter,
And hate- may creep inside again;
Rage will be my only release,
But I don't want to think of then.

I know, in time, my life maybe dimmer,
And I- may lose my hope again;
Death might be my only peace,
And I hope I can live through then.

For now, for you, my heart will simmer,
Though soon, I'll be alone again;
Eventually, I'll be a memory,
But I will not think of then.