Simple Lives

I'm not afraid of life, 

But I am afraid of death. 

Afraid that I may die today 

And there'll be nothing left. 

An empty seat where I should sit 

An empty bed where I should lay 

An empty life and nothing proves 

I lived here yesterday. 

The books we read to tell us 

What events have come to pass 

Will soon - backspace - erase my life 

And but a sigh will last. 

To float away past deafened ears 

That only hear the cries 

Of triumph or of great defeat 

But not of simple lives. 

So I'm not afraid of living, 

No, it holds no fright for me, 

I'm just afraid of getting lost 

In the graves of history.